That day, it was a wrap. My heart was fluttering when we shook our hands and introduced ourselves. My brain was caught up in a storm and saved by her in grace.
Can you do me a favor?
She is stumbling in her pursue of grace,
Hunting patience, with avengeance.
She stands out looking
May be, forgetting is the proof that
the room of faith, hope and magic is powerful enough to let a miracle happen.
May be the torn pages were just pages
What a feeling that is to know that you always have someone to get you back on your feet when you’ve fallen down hard. It seems just suddenly you have
“Nothing leads to nothing, but;
Something leads to something.”