It gets tough sometimes. So tough that letting go and giving up seem like a blessing. But I refuse. I always hold my own on to faith. And some may say that I am blind and stupid but I say true faith is a gift not many have the privilege to embrace...
I keep faith in my darkest of hours and know that there will come a time, be it the next second or the next lifetime, that in the end, all things end well....it may only be a tiny beacon against a stormy horizon but damn it, I'll chose that sliver of light over any other promise any day of the week and twice on a Sunday....
xoxo
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