If my sins turn into water, I'd be drown in an ocean of my own. But instead I'm stuck in this sticky feeling of being covered with muddy filth all over my soul. And I'm sure that this mud is pitch black, like a tar.
I'm suffocating and gasping for air that I want to get washed up to the shore, trying to stand in the light of the sun remembering the supreme that reign over the entire creations.
I am disgusted that I think too worldly, I live too worldly. As if I'm abandoning the hereafter.
I'm not. I'm lost. And I want to find the light again.
Wash me up to the shore so I can stand again and make good out of this life. I'm tired of being like this.
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