These are the days
when I drown
from my own self-doubt,
and I choke
from my own sad tears.
“Are you afraid?”
“Of making the wrong choice.”
“Yes. Definitely. I had my pasts, all the wrong choices that felt exactly like a right one at that moment. I’m afraid I’ll be wrong with you too.”
//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #35
A.N. in case you’re wondering, I’m actually writing a book! Release date: December 2017/Jan 2018. Check out cynthiatingo.com/books for more details.
I want a fresh start. But my body is made up of cells tainted with history. History of your touch, your kisses, and your hugs. They say that our body replaces itself with new cells every seven years. Love, it’s more than seven years now, I guess heart cells are never included.
I want to live a life, a life full of faith, a life full of Him. I want to live in such a way that when people look at me, they would think that there must be a power greater than this world, a power greater than our greatest worries and anxieties, that there must be a God, and that God must be real. That whatever I do and have will never be possible if it’s not because of Him.