Why can't I say, or feel, anything differently right now? Sit in a corner, be quiet?
There is a river deep in me, a river of something I can't put a name on, that feeds my heart and my soul.
It runs strong. I flow with it.
The hand of the merciful God always lies on the heads of courageous men and women, those who dare to be different because they believe in their dreams. Paulo Coelho