Through The Histories, It’s Only Your Mercy That The Chief Of This World Fears.

And I felt it— the weight that kept me in bed, a heavy stone on my back.

My mom had paid hefty fees for private school, but even that couldn’t make me smile— or, to say it right, help me understand myself.

Worse, my dad loved me, but even with what others yearned for, I was no happier than them.

So, in my bed, I realized— I had to find myself, to accept myself, to love myself first, before the other loves could truly reach me.

And maybe then, I could pursue the happiness I wanted. As hard as it might be, the stars had assured me— it was a hopeful gamble, maybe.

A life-changing epiphany.

A complication.

A trepidation

that even in 

the insurgents,

the ones with 

bottles and bottles 

of red pills,

the Mavericks.

Within them,

lies those 

still 

enslaved by 

the very fruits of their rebellion.

There are no miracles

without

the sadness of life.

For in sorrow, turmoil, and hopelessness,

God reveals Himself

most to those who trust in Him. Be strong in God.

The life and the dream in Chicago.

I am losing my religion Only to find God.

i am losing the preacher man's address only to find the scripture's directions.

i am losing all hope only to find my life beautifully wovened from the start to end by God.

Losing and gaining, losing and gaining.

God, the divine architect of justice and fairness.

Well, what if I had predicted that it was you the whole time and I was replying to you and not your friend.

would it change anything mate.

all this post that you created is sign of power and good heart, a sign of somebody trying to care about how they make others feel mate and I want to assure you that not many people are like you, if truly it's you. you have a unique heart in a world where everyone is minding their own gain

You are unique

You are special and

You should stand tall knowing that you harbor a unique heart and reasoning.

guys

what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

…

asking for a friend

…

Mate, I am not writing or creating or arting any shit. Mate, I am screaming, like some have screamed while smiling, and others have screamed in circles of friends who never heard them.

Myself is crippling me, myself is a critic that always it has to find a negative thing to say about me. Myself is fear and the purpose of me has always been to overcome it.

art by @kmcvisuals

The mothers

only pray

to get

Lawyers

Doctors

Presidents

and

Engineers

then

the world

stares on,

finding it hard 

to give us all our daily havocs,

for the rest 

of our lives.

Some are whores

and 

gigolos 

so you

marry them at

your own

risk

that when you

find them

extramarital

you know that

this was it,

the destiny thing.