Yester years

25 11 2009

If all we see is the yester years then wouldn’t that be such a romantic affair with history? I don’t know except that other than my unbelief I realized today I have hidden my bags of regrets and disappointment. I have no appetite for hope as though the dawn never did arrive. As I browsed through facebook and looking through a former friend’s profile and learn I miss him and the time we spent together. I miss the time we talked about God and struggles and all the prata time etc and now that absence is irreplaceable. The feeling of hopeless and despair is all so familar when I looked into mercy’s eyes last night and i realize how truly I hated life. The more we are connected the more unconnected we are, and we have never been more alone.



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