To live, to hope, to dream again.It’s God within, lifting up my head.My heart healed and I was unaware until it opened up to invite someone in for the first time in too long.This someone declined the invitation and I confess I was a hot mess for a minute. Or a day. Or a week. I can’t recall. “To hell with all men everywhere,” I said, “and too bad I’m not a lesbian.” But when the fog cleared, it dawned on me that I had dared to live, to hope, to dream again, against all odds. And I was proud. And thankful. I had been excommunicated from the walking dead. Oh, to live and not feel!It cannot be. What is this stubborn heart, battered, bruised, bleeding, flatlining… then having the audacity to embrace resurrection overruling my mind’s objection every time.
What is this heart?
It is God within willing me to love, to hope, to dream again.
About Me
- inalyn is LOST
- I’m 13 years old. I’m not smart but I try =P. Currently studying at MANILA SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL =P. I like to meet new people but I’m shy. I’m quiet and I smile when you talk to me. I love books. I hate reading. I run. I fall. I get back up. I’m really nice if you know me. I’m random. I listen to music when I’m alone. If I’m quiet that means I’m bored. If I seem just like any other girl you’re wrong. I’m rare. I’m a loser. I’m your best friend. You don’t have to like me and I don’t have to like you. I respect each of your preferences Most of the time, I’m always misinterpreted by the people who don’t really know me. I don’t want to be the heroine in some tragic love story.
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