"For everyone who has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him."
Oh I see it, feel it even clearer than I have ever been before.
But why should I complain? If it landed on my lap, would it be any different? Perhaps not. It's just the swelling off my heart I want to tend to, something I have not felt for a long time. The want to be treated like a woman, not just another friend.
Just that and simply that, besides the fact that there's a shadow over me, constant and more appealing than the very self of me. That's why I hate that piece of paper, the only box which I shine in. Just a box.
I comfort myself with the thought that in this vast and everlasting sea there is one fish who will come to me. Only one and only for me. Comfort is rare and slow, but comfort nevertheless.
