By the Table I sat down and Wept...

I can see you. Your face, though not smooth, but still i can feel it. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, still, I believe that there is a certain purpose of becoming you. I do not know you really, but the reflections in your eyes are telling me that there is really nothing wrong with the thoughts that is entering in your mind. do not be afraid... I'll always be here for you... even though it may sound stupid or cliche, I'll be here for you.. no matter what happens...

But still.. its your call... I cannot do much for now because you're still stuck in your fears... The darkness in your life... the enemy in your hands... in your surroundings.. in your culture... All i can do now is offer a hand to you.... It's up to you to take it... it's up to you to grab on to it...

I'm not a savior... I'm not planning to graple on your thoughts, control and manipulate you... Eventhough you seem vulnerable to any of these emotions... I'll just stand at your back... teach you to fight for what is right and wispher in your ears...


There's someone loving you...

Believe it!

It's me...


Now the thoughts are coming in... the lights are become like ebbs...
There is this portal... the reality embraces me that makes me bitter to what i should do...

what should i do???

I'll Just wait for you!

Weeping.... Still....