The occurrences that happen "only in movies" or to "someone else'e life" seem to present in my life more than I would wish for. I still hear the piercing scream replaying like a broken record in my head, and I tremble at the images that follow the audio. It's a nightmare, only I'm fully awake, trying to grasp a handle on my emotions. I'm lucky, yet I'm not so lucky.
I guess God intends me to never forget the atrocities that surround the world. He made some to walk in the sunlight, but He gave to others the walk under the shadows. But the ones under the darkness- it's their job to seek out the sunlight.
I pretend to be stronger than I actually am, but I am stronger than you'll ever know.
