Destitute Diaries: Devoid 1
All Aboard Grand Mental Station, Next Stop #DerelictsRoad
i hope, above all else that i can hope for or hope with, that peace may abound plentiful amidst the wars and strife, that unity grips us and with that same hope, still wish that the powerful potency and unbridled nature of love lifts us. i hope that we would grow together aiding in the deficiencies, among us three. but there is a craving in my soul, and a deep desire in my spirit thats nullified in my mind and i pray somehow unison can be made, but hope is delayed, and no one comes to aid. i am hopeless… there will never be united peace amidst we three, kings of our own ways, arrogant in our own estate and i suffer for it immensely, unless we bridge the gap and slay our egos, slay our selfish ways and become united in love and hope, and somehow become our own heroes. but i know better, than to hope against consistency, i am lost, destitute in Vagrant Alley every turn is circular on derelicts road, ill always come back to this very same place, with tears running down cheeks and dejection tattooed skin deep on my face.. i need a powerful unending, unyielding source of strength..
El Olam…. i am yours… Save Me
Dear Elects Road
Grand Mental Station