I survived the war but i did not win the battle.
among bloggers i look up to, Kane, asked me what's next after this. honestly, i was dumbfounded when i first read the question. really, what now DB, i asked myself. after hours of contemplating, i realised, i have to choose the thing that my 23 years in this world has thought me rigidly...
The guns no longer in anger, the canons now tamed.
when holidays are over everything must go back on track. it can't be forever a feast. the same goes with every catastrophe that comes. after it sails away, then the rebuilding must commence. the world will not stop for a single celebration, neither by any tragic blow. least of all, because of a stupid heartache.
i survived the war but i did not win the battle. i got wounds all over. i probably got my heart amputated. but i survived to tell the tales. and you know what? i will always will! because in here comes my worth. that again, i may be allowed to live.
The air is silent, the deceased scattered.
Look! A mighty soul standing.
He is not alone.
this is my 50th post