Looking out of the window, gazing at the rooftops… Oh, how I wish I was up there, hands stretched towards the sky. I can feel the sun beckoning me outside, but I’m trapped within circumstance. Trapped with responsibility, captured by what appears to be easy. And I, would love to run away and find myself…
So, I’m an old soul….
“Though, finding rest may be hard sometimes- we find rest when we find Him. Rest is in Him. “
There is nothing worse, then feeling isolated, invisible and alone. Such a horrible concept to randomly think about, right? Kind of..but I believe that these thoughts are real. We live in a world where everyone is perceived to be happy, to be content.