Friday, 1 May 2015

made of steel.

There are moments in life when you question the decisions you make, the things you do, the words you say. In totality, all that you think of when the words tumble, when things happen, the next morning, you wonder, who did I hurt? Was it someone I love? Can I take that back? Can you un-hear the words I shot you?

In moments of anger, or sadness, you tend to overlook things, and when you do, the biggest regret develops. You can never put back the toothpaste you squeezed out of the tube into the sink. The same way as how you can never take back your words once it's out.

You think you're made of steel. But at the end of the day, when the words hit you, you're just the same, like everyone else. You crumble. So you choose silence. And you talk to The One who listens.
In the middle of the night, you sit on your prayer mat and you hope and pray that every single grievance you have to tell, He's listening.





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