Christina The Great's Blog (1)

Walking down the halls, with a soul bearly glowing, the life low in my eyes. People of happiness discern that look in people as anger, as insanity, as depression. I remember looking into their eyes, and seeing ignorance. The cigarette smoke in my lungs, was not painful, but that of a tainted breath of god, entering me. Reading old journal entires, looking at old photos, seeing old faces. I see both now, what it was to look with the embers of my tattered heart showing the only love and compassion… Continue