Hope till you find Faith…

It has more often than not been called the final survival tool. The last thread that holds a flickering soul from falling into the unending spiral of despair. Hope. Reviled. Gratuitous and yet generations upon generations have relied on it for miracles. It cocks its egotist maim at whoever clings on to it and then like…

The Lake of fire.. ..

THERE ARE CERTAIN THINGS THAT THE RIVER CAN’T WHISPER TO THE OCEAN, THE BLOOD CAN’T WHISPER TO THE NERVES BUT THE PEN CAN CONFIDE TO THE PAPER. SO HERE I WRITE, DISCLOSING ALL THAT MY HEART CONTAINS TO THIS PAPER.FOR IT HAS ENOUGH PATIENCE TO BEAR UP WITH THE UNPREDICTABLE MERCURIAL BRAYINGS OF MY HEART….