Boring Short Story

Later that evening, my hand shakes a lot. its not hunger, it's because there's hollow in my heart. Empiness like never before. Hollow, that believing could never cure, hollow that time will never heal and hollow that makes love will never be the same again.

For now, I've lost my faith.

Help me God, for who I am. I was so brittle and still I am. I've strayed  so far that I couldn't get home. I was searching for something, to fill the hollow insides of me.

It started with my heart, it was silence and nothing, then my mind. It was so painful and dark where I couldn't feel or think anymore. A living corpse, straying on the earth for nothing.

I hope time do heal, I hope flowers will bring smiles, I hope God will make me see what should I see, my lips will say I believe though my heart couldn't say a word.

I hope ... my hope.... has fades away with the wind with the rain.

God forgive me