THE CAVE OF GIOT



Today I found myself in a fetal position, begging God to let me be reunited with him. I asked for forgiveness for everything. I wished he would set me free.

I wished I could be a winged ghost...

"That's when I would truly be free" I thought to myself. The mere thought of it provided a few seconds of relief.

God, I've reached the end of my patience. Have mercy on me.







Lately, even the sunlight that enters through the window is bothering me. It was exactly that kind of day today; that's why I was in eternal pain every second of this morning. With all my anger, I was thinking, "How could a plasma ball which is located miles away from me torture my eyelids like that?" I have forced myself to get up.