GirlChat #741513
That seems to be the problem (for me). Hope is not enough. Love fades. I can’t deny beauty tho and cling to it like a babe to the mother. God is silent. Faith comes and goes. Grudgingly I cling to life pleasures, knowing they are futile. I value “morality” although I cannot define it. Tumbling through LIFE. Until I am relieved and released.
These tiny girls never cease to amaze me with their magic spell. A spell I am forbidden to respond to except in my restless mind. A mind that I award no value. I wish no similar fate to anyone. My nick has been challenged and this is a response, encouraged by your post of (maybe similar?) dispair. I am not bored, as you say you prefer, but a also feel frustration. The idea that binds I may have stumbled upon. But it is dark. I will soak in it for a while to see if it washes off, or not. As for music, may I suggest John the Fisherman (attempt at humor). Never stop posting here please. ![]() |