Being under the rain, that's how it feels like. Pretty nice in a way, despite for all the things within and without going against it.
No inspirational music cued in like in the movies, and we don't always win. Fact is, sometimes persistence in itself, just doesn't quite cut it.
It's high time to restore this battered buoy.
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Just what is expected of me? I have no more energy to make guesses.
For all the blame, anger and dissatisfaction, just bring it on.
I will not put up a resistance.
The old broken melody, blowing through the trees of Eden.
They say the heart of man is too far gone to save... yet in the quaint humdums of the neighbourhood, in the midst of gains and losses, joys and heartaches, pleasure and pain, friends and foes, battles lost and won, you can just hear that quiet whisper, of an amazing grace....upon this unworthy life.