What are the things that keep me awake, my sins or my mistakes, but which is which, are my mistakes my sins or are my sins my mistakes. I am lost between to ideals and I do not know why but one seems to to be pulling harder. Is this the hand of God leading me to the light or a hope that the grass will be greener on the other side. Or is this only a place where my soul and energy will be drained...

That face, I can't forget that face, I long to see it just once more but i know that is not a choice. That face was always filled with happiness and love, but underneath was pain and sorrow. I tried to save that face really i did but the pain took over and consumed it.I want to go back to the days we would play in the field fall to the ground and stare at each other for a moment and kiss. I miss...