Everyday I wake up in this unreal world carrying on with the unfinished dream called life, carrying on with unfinished tasks that are becoming as impersonal as my story to myself.
When silence starts communicating within, each word outside seems like a hyperbole, an exaggeration. Each spoken, written, thought-about word is a mistake that could be avoided.
Thread of peace is such a fine and delicate one, I struggle sometimes to find it. But I always finds it near me, protected by my faith. May I never lose that faith, may I never lose that peace.
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