Nothing more than an Experiment

Entry 1

For this is nothing more than an experiment, therefore, I have the option of revealing, or not, the protagonist. Maybe its all a charade, a metaphor of riddles, nevertheless, as I began to write my hands started to tremble.

Your heart beats to the roar of deafening drums. The screeching agony of death haunts you. You anxiously seek for answers, you’re running on fumes, you’re on autopilot, nevertheless, you will never be the same.

Well, everyday has its own plot, and it most certainly is not blossoming with tulips and daffodils, or as they say.

How do I know this you ask, well…because I’ve seen this person suffer and I can almost assure you I’ve felt his pain.

And…my dearest of friends, his eyes don’t lie. I most certainly would not want to endure his pain, his soul is scarred, his heart is frail, but there is still hope.

Even in the midst of the storm, there is still hope. You may not know this man yet, but you know his story, as you walk the same streets as he does, he is I, and you are him. This is the story of redemption, of overcoming one’s fears, and exposing one’s identity, this is my story.

Psalm 46:10

“Be still and know that I am God.”

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