My toes are cold.

I miss you.

The wind is howling.

I fight with you God.

But, we will always be connected.

The sun will rise from the West.

The messiah will come.

Allah Akbar.

Our souls will be leaving eventually.




Cat cries.

We are guests in this world. Eventually, we have to leave.

We can’t over stay our welcome.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s