Truth Is, Something That I Thought Was

We All Get Lost Once In A While, Sometimes By Choice, Sometimes Due To Forces Beyond Our Control. When We Learn What It Is Our Soul Needs To Learn, The Path Presents Itself. Sometimes We See The Way Out But Wander Further And Deeper Despite Ourselves; The Fear, The Anger Or The Sadness Preventing Us Returning. Sometimes We Prefer To Be Lost And Wandering, Sometimes It's Easier. Sometimes We Find Our Own Way Out. But Regardless, Always, We Are Found.

Seeming And Being Are Not One And The Same.

That Was Other Thing I Hated About Kids; They Always Said Th Exact Things That Deep Dpwn You Already Knew, Would Never Admit, And Most Certainly Never Wanted To Hear.

Write What's Up There." Sister Ignatius Pointed At Her Temple. "as A Great Man Once Said, This Is A Secret Garden. We've All Got One Of Those." "jesus?" "no, Bruce Springsteen.

She Would Make Facial Expressions As Though She Were Having Conversations With People In Her Head.they Seemed To Turn Into Debates More Often Than Not,judging By The Activity On Her Forehead...it Was Almost The Conversations In Her Head Were Loud Enough To Fill Her Silence.