I stand cold. . .

I stand alone. . .

I stand in desperation. . .

I stand in faith. . .

I stand in love. . .

But as the enemy confronts you,
No longer do you stand for anything but your own desires...

Think - is this the way forward?

Sitting on the dirty-cream sofa, staring into the world of blissful birds and flying clouds, wishing to capture the sun in a mouthful but knowing that this room does not allow any space for the hint of happiness, only the bitter lies of those without a heart.

Each day, we wonder what the day will hold, what lies will be exposed for the tears to roll down yet again. 4 concrete walls that trap the soul, pretending that the yolk of the egg is still yellow.