when comfort calls

Walking aimlessly in my room. An idle mind is a devil's workshop. I kept thinking about what I've done; did I made the right choice. Have I make a choice? I dare not think. Thinking would only cause doubt.. but doubt is inevitable I guess. You can't run away from these kinds of things. The faster you run, the more tired you get. And when you crumble to the floor, it stands over you. Sat on my chair and picked up my phone, looking at every picture I have inside of it. Each picture of her was like a razor blade on my heart. I wonder why I still keep those picture. "We're over aren't we?" I thought to myself. She smiled at me..



I'm not angry - I never could get angry. But I'm sad and disappointed. Above all, I'm hurt. No point arguing who's right and wrong, but rather how did this happen. I guess that's also another pointless question. I should be in pain but I'm already numb to the back ache and migraine. I smile. I've always been smiling haven't I? Through pain and rain I smiled.

*clak clak*

The sound of wood hitting something solid caught my ears. I turned around to see what it was. There it was, being affected by the wind of my room fan. It was there for as long as I could remember. Since I was a kid it has always been there but I never took it seriously. The words written on it gave comfort. They gave hope and I remembered.

Where there is faith,
There is love
Where there is love
There is peace
Where there is peace
There is God
Where there is God
There is no need _amen