I stood aside for a while

Of money and none of them ne to rebuild their houses very often. No man, I don’t want to go tonight. Jack turn and left. However, the rain has been with me. Thunder still exists. me every day, sucking up pleasant memories and spitting them out as examples of corruption, mockery, pain that I no longer have. Despite the immense temptation, it’s beyond me that I haven’t jump off a cliff. Rebuild though it’s a living hell. I think. You can’t go on like this forever. Fight again. That’s all you can do. something else, I start to stand up.

My house is now

I felt stiff and my back was crying with pain from Eritrea Email List cuts and bruises. Shoveling, sweeping, I clear away debris that only I could see. After months of lying still, the lifts increas and my muscles began to protest violently. Still, I move almost against my will, like rocks and logs, except this unknown part of me compels me to keep going. I built ramps around the cliffs to temporarily drain away the rain, and I bucket out any puddles that remain and threw them over the ge. Now that the rubble is clear, I start building again, the structure isn’t as good as the last one, but it will work.

Bigger and over for drinks

Now that I have a roof over my head, the BS Leads rain and storms are less frequent. Sometimes the sun reveals itself now and then. Over time, I slowly resum my routine and exercise. Spending time with other people feels so much better than before. Gradually, everything return to normal. Gradually, things are getting better and better. Why? Every morning, I wake up with the desire to add beauty to my house. Somehow, I start to believe in this world and live with gusto.