Sometimes when a person is fed up with his own self, he begins to feel the burden of his own existence on the universe. In such a situation, there is no happiness, no sorrow. The heart becomes like an old ruin. It stands on time or on the hot sand of the desert.
Man’s condition becomes like that of a stubborn child who does not play with old toys in any way, but we insist on getting this thing.
Which does not belong to them and in such a case they bury the words of people like us and listen to the silence of midnight. Now they remain silent. The eyes are desolate but there is a book of the burden of the heart What is the beginning of life? No news wants me to go out on the last four deserted streets of the night in search of life, to speak my heart out to the one in heaven.
Ask your God why life is so quiet, why don’t you give your address somewhere ????? Mia) evangelist danish we facebook Youtube Ing topo