Monday, 20 July 2009
God of miracles my God of certainty the God of the gods my God you're this life's bliss, my God the only one I run to his door to escape ruination and find him always there for me. I love you for giving me stability. And I want more I want my work to be bigger than me however I want the power to conquer it. I want my legacy overseas your earth inherited to heirs of words. Help me…open routes…grow me up. Put me high. Love me again and again because I love you. I do. God take care of me please
Something I wrote in a mobile message yesterday's night before sleeping. Although I was compelled to make it short for the word limitation over mobile texts, I didn't edit or add anything when pasted it to here.