Do not live by sight, but faith alone. Choose whether or not your beliefs are sewn, onto your heart, or are falling apart. Falling into peices, out of your soul, out of grasp, out of control. Living this life you can't even see, stumbling, falling straight to your knees. Pain of scarred knees, of a scarred heart, wondering if it's even possible to start, over again when your so deep in, this bottomless hole longing for someone to throw in a rope or someone to pull, you out, to come and rescue bringing you to a place of serenity a place of refuge. There is still hope.
