“You keep a lot to yourself , because it’s difficult to find people who understands.”-Anonymous
Waiting in the desolate shadows, wondering when the day would come. Hopeless and helpless. A torturous, never-ending journey, it seems. Craving for salvation. In desperation, cried and hid. Thought when redemption would come. It was empty, hollow, and lonely. Overtime, the pattern stretched. A tapestry woven. Once hated, the isolated, barren dark. Unforgiving and cold, it was. Yet, there it was, invoking a sense of peacefulness, belonging, for the lonesome soul.