aceblade's works for Sunday, July 3, 2011

never enough to fill my cup, yet it runneth over, to blame myself is suspect, too much is never enough, a thirst that cannot be quenched, indulgence is a must Sign in to see full entry.

we are not born with humility, rarely blessed with this virture either, Its a perpetual quietness of one's heart, never vexed or fretted, to never wonder at nothing that is done against me, at total rest and serenity, tho nobody praises me, and tho I'm blamed or despised, it is to have a home inside... Sign in to see full entry.