It was that moment when met; you said: Hi and my response was: Good Morning. You had a complete stranger heart at, hi. Truth is at the leaving point, I heard it when you said: “I love you.” Then I said to myself: “well this can be a shortcut.” But just maybe, my truth turned into a form of lies just became false. Once upon a time, we were strangers that became lovers then back again to become strangers. I’m a stray from families and friends. I’m a strange 1-to-the-world. Who is a stranger? The anthrope. Who might have came not too close for a favorite; But yet still, not too far from being “world’s hated-on”. Repentance and Honesty, honestly have got an hold on me. Thoughts of living in a misplaced world but no, it’s the world that has misplaced me.
If broken glasses could be nailed back together, all my shattered glasses would be driven by an hammer. After close encounter at the curve of the precipice downward to a bottom of the dark abyss. The mountain top, became refuge. Holy- tized, becomes one to the earth and I feel the tear drops from Christ Jesus falling on me. Even the heavens had became stranger to me. I’ve seen and survived a lot of bright lights. Many nights I thought I would never see the day of the light. Then again I’m right because I’ll be dirt before “the day of the light.” Seems as if I’ve lost the race for the “longest live-r”. Non other light brighter than one Smit. So I’ve been a witness to what “the day of the light” will be. It’s been so much pressure to write as of lately, have to separate thoughts from my mind and and heart. Inscribed by Rasano and though I’m not reading the Prophet’s Guide of lately, I’m not neglecting Thy Lord. Words rushed to mind, blurry vision transported me to a parked car. With idling engine running, whist a whizz of smell hit my nostrils from the exhaust pipe of the mufflers.
Stranger’s having some strangest thoughts: sometimes it’s the one’s you’re walking next to, recording you’re life but not the story of pain. It’s the ones that is behind you but does not give strength instead they mimic and laugh. If any words I’ve ever disliked is hate. But yet, there’s a distilled taste that left on my taste buds to speak about some unfounded. Do some even understand, the duplexity of customized unconstructive criticism a stranger has to endure? What do I know? I couldn’t have imagined looking at God’s (Christ) face. 1 thing’s for sure, Christ Jesus is coming and I can’t disavowed. I’ve shown you who I was; who I wanted to be; what I was created for and who I will be by the end.
