Symbols of Black Lining

One morning, I sat down and took out a piece of paper and started writing.

The previous night I was very stressed out. College and University life was getting closer…and I wanted to get into many different schools. My father, did burst my bubble, saying that my grades might not be enough. I was much distressed.  When I started writing this I realized that God had my back no matter what.

This is what came out of it…hope it might give some comfort to those with the same worries.

I sit and contemplate how light travels, and the meaning with it.

We are all subjected to the void of possibility.

I wake up every morning feeling like that void has become a cement block.

My bubble burst last night, because my bubble was too big. I am not going to the school that I desire.

Recently I have learned the difference of low self esteem and humility, but I keep mixing the two like a deadly intoxicating cocktail. How can I want more than what I have already worked for?

In the mist of comforting words and silk black symbols on a piece of paper, I know that I travel with you.

And you got me covered.“