It is hard when someone promise you so much yet deny the fulfilment of that promise.
Disappointment can sap a person.
You can do only so much and still so much. When the giving stops, the grace stops.
I would never want to stop the grace, but yet in that grace when it is only a direction that is one way, how long could the giving without the disappointment cripples you.
It has been more than a year.
I hvae kept a melody. When I hear again this tune, how much more would the weight of expectancy again cause a crashing reminder.
We are after all nothing.
It is almost time. And its time I call time.
Done so much but it amounts to really nothing.
The weight of expectacy. Alas is only still a weight of expectancy.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment