Gee you know in the end, maybe I was wrong about it all. Or just, I dunno. It always happens like that doesn't it. But time and time again, this just makes me even more world-worn. I really don't like this world much. The whole facade of it all, even among the closest. Where things can just fade away and be destroyed, all in the blink of an eye. A pot that has been worked on tirelessly, been through the scorching flames, carefully moulded by the potter's hands, in just one split second - it slips. And there it goes, cascading through the air as if it's played on slow motion. Colliding with all the air molecules, and then it falls, with a crash. And then silence. The is becomes a was.

But there's always a bright light at the end of the tunnel, to put it in a cliche, but of course that could just be the train. Haha. Over dependence is not good. The only one that I can be fully and completely dependant on is God cus He never lets me down or walks away. When will I learn -shakes head-

It's funny how easily the mind erases one thing to focus on another. Like the pot, if one wills it so, past things are just so easily forgotten. Like the whisper of a breath, there and then gone so quickly so easily. If only one stretches out one's hand. And hold it fast. Like a precious precious memory. But memories are but misty wisps in the vast expanse of the mind.

What do we hold on too, fast firm and strong?

For where your treasure is, there your heart will also be.

It's times like these that I feel more alone than ever. Surrounded by a sea of faces, yet. Distant in every way. Faces flash past, they all go on their own way. To sit and watch, where time stops in my world, but is ticking away in every others'. Frozen, still.

To find my sanctuary;

Communion with You.