So my father never left and my mother's still alive, where's the pain and where's the story.
Well, lemme tell ya, it's the worst kind - Unseen and Undefinable.
At war with yourself every second and evey breath of your worthless life. You constantly argue "what's the point" and start tos cream, then you cope, and then starta ll over again. Your personal pain because you asked too many questions about too many things, to which too many people dont have the answers for.
Sometimes it seems as if even God, Himself is playign the silent treatment game.
what do you do when the All knowing is telling nothing?
Well, lemme tell ya, it's the worst kind - Unseen and Undefinable.
At war with yourself every second and evey breath of your worthless life. You constantly argue "what's the point" and start tos cream, then you cope, and then starta ll over again. Your personal pain because you asked too many questions about too many things, to which too many people dont have the answers for.
Sometimes it seems as if even God, Himself is playign the silent treatment game.
what do you do when the All knowing is telling nothing?
ban:
You tell me? I am still trying to figure it out for myself.
one2frog:
That is a question you need to answer for yourself. I just deleted a whole litany of advice (but advise isn't what you need). Learning how to hear the melody of the universe is difficult and painful but it is a melody worth listening for. It is intoxicating!