Yes I did! What you said! All I can say is that I feel good, peaceful. I can only say well, that I do not blame myself, why be ashamed of what I’ve done or said? Can not say that I did with rage or did knowingly, that I was upset. You know what! No it can be said. Because everything I say to say , to save time, that I spent writing this. No good to me. Will continue to think the same or worse than before.
My soul is my proof, my reality, my way of being, like, someone will say that my feelings change like the weather.
You know my dear Watson! Wrong idea that change with the weather!. If, as the sun in my morning and the moon in my night, is my reality, life tells who I am and who I will be later. Who am I, I can not change it. Just get used to it, like you.
But what I can not change, is the way in which to walk, life plan for me and I follow, injustice haunts me as bacteria in the wind. “We rubs and penetrates without realizing”
Actually, I do not think so. “I am nothing and from dust I was born” I do not believe in my destiny! I was marked as mark the flock of a peasant miserable, to know that have owners. I have done nothing and I have to pay.
Why not pay those who see the poor pass and not extend the hand and on the other hand, leave them hungry, like a rag. I can not believe in nothing more than me. It sounds selfish, but it is not. The Lord, in his mantle surrounds me every day and not let me down, not even in my darkness leaves me alone, always there, puts his hand on my shoulder, and said with his voice very subtle;
“Daughter, do not fear, I will take care of you and your sorrows away from you, all unnecessary evil that will not let you live” Wise words of my favorite philosopher.
If not me, who will I be? Someone explain to me, because I do not understand. The circumstances are worse than open reality, a life marked by suffering, if not today, then tomorrow, but always follows you like a curse. To then offer their best smile out of “nothing happened here” pretending to look at the unwanted, so thou reality or your truth, no different than mine. Everyone has a book, where we have our lives written and sealed until the time comes to settle scores, with that unique being who knows everything. My fate is like animal suffering from without ceasing for save itself from a cruel fate, raw and unbridled in this woman named, Glissette screaming for “help” as an absolute fact, most absurd, a joke, she does not want to be laughed of how life, laughs, weeps while she bereaved, for a destination full of suffering, full of loneliness and misery of a love that was and was not for me, since the day of my birth. Cursed birth, you marked me!
I do not care if you believe or not, this is a relief to my heart, my air touches my face every day and know that is God himself who does it, makes a dent all pain and erase all bad memories I had.
I’m alone I told God in my prayers, he very sublime replied, “the loneliness where you live, it is because you wanted to, many times I gave you the answer, your eyes were blind”
Certainly was! My eyes were blind, I locked myself in my inner self and I clung to my loneliness that I could not see beyond my eyes.
I’m like the heart of the ocean, a being who only can give. I know that asking a puff of tenderness, a soul that calls the joy in the days of sadness and warms me when I have cold.
I do not ask much, just what a being should have, and why I can not have? If I deserve a bit of heaven to shout from the rooftops: “I am a unique person, a body of pure soul that has given everything, asking nothing in return, and has been found with your own being.”
“No matter the miles you run, if you’re not, the loneliness will bear”