I Am Writing a Journal

Limbo is probably one of the most horrific places to be. It’s not a game and it’s damn sure not for laughs. Although, it will test us to see how low, we really can go.

We can plan and wait for tragedies and hard earned goals to come to fruition, but the middle feels like torture.
When you’re inside its chamber, it feels like a bubble that has yet to float or pop, it’s the dish-soap on the tip of the wand; waiting to see if your breath will make it levitate or fall...

There is one thing my heart and mind knows today and that is... behind every pebble there is a stone and it is I, who was carved from his boulder and tumbled into this plane to be polished under his guide. (and no, that is not directed towards god, but for the one I call my god).

The mind will swing far and wide, desperate and high, but it is only the hard earned truth, that truly has the will survive.

And as for truth...
we must be patient in our wait for it to reveal itself to us. For we can not force the truth, as then it would most certainly become a lie.

Day three...

In which, I’m so thankful it’s nearing a close.