I would like to understand what you haven’t contacted me yet. I’ve been talking to for almost a year and still no response. Maybe this is what I’ve always feared, losing faith in you. you’ve taught me strength beyond number, faith to be resilient, the courage to accept the demon I’ve become, but still, you won’t show your face. You don’t write, you don’t call, you don’t do anything except read my sappy post from time to time. What have I done to you? This could be something we’ve talked about in early years. My whole breakdown to doomsday. I maybe trying to avoid the inevitable by assigning blame to you.
They say that God gave his only son to die for our sins. What kind of cruelty is that? shouldn’t the father die and the son live to carry out his name? if you look at it from the perspective God appears to be selfish. I still pray to him every time I feel like I’m drowning. Sasha, he or it saves me only so I can be punished once more by my own hands.
For years I have maintained communication with my love, my teacher, my desire, my passion. Sasha has been an inspiration for me, I hope she can be one for you too.