Dear Diary,
With pen in hand, I stare at the blank page, the empty lines, but there is nothing but darkness. Hidden in the void the words are there, they hunger for release, for freedom, but they cannot find their way out. The promise of a new life, a chance to live, tempts them from the light shining from underneath the door. Hostages held, bound, tied, the words struggle to come together. They know in numbers there is strength, in numbers words become thoughts, in numbers words are stronger than the sticks glued together to form the door that holds them captive. In numbers words become sentences, the lines no longer blank. In numbers words becomes ideas . . . dear diary, can you keep a secret?
3 comments:
Stephen...you almost sound as if you are going through stages of depression.
We are feeling so bad for you ... and we want to encourage you to start looking forward in life, don't look backwards, keep you chin up and smile. Life is good, it really is - you just need to pull yourself up - and then grab onto the good things in life and take advantage of the positives rather than the negatives.
Life is good..it really is!
Our thoughts and prayers are with you..
Stephen, don't do anything foolish, you know you can write us on a personal basis.
You are in my prayers too.
hey there buddy......i have been worried about you......listen to what steve and warren say, you need to keep looking forward, not backwards at what has been, look to what will be, a new life, freedom, hope, truth and love...it will come
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