The Broken Man

Knocking on the door, Harper sat down and had a glass of hot coffee. She opened the door and stood in front of her, she was a man I did not know. "Sorry, for you is such a feeling, is you Harper Woods?" The man said. "Who is asking?" Harper said. "I am Kingsley, I recently moved to a house on the side of the lake and I found a box in the attic, which was for the house," Kingsley said, and he handed the box to her It was. "Thank you. Do you know who it is?" Harper strangely said. "sorry, I do not understand.

"I can not leave here," said a broken man. He found another part of himself and reconnected it to his arm. "Someone passed by and began reassembling me, he finished his hands before leaving and finally led me to this state, but it took me a long time to find all of my work. "How can I find a work that suits me? But you are perfect. You can offer any part of any shape you want. Mr. Lee continued to retreat, but stopped feeling that the heel had cracked. I can not imagine her breaking another piece of debris again.

This person is broken. My heart was trapped in him. I want to get angry. My pride is that I do not want to do any better. But I know the truth, he works in a damaged heart. He needs time. He may not know, but I know. He said he did not like to be alone. Okay, I do not understand. However, he is in need of it now alone. Sometimes, the words I love them, but they are not enough. Several things can only be felt in my mind. Perhaps my heart knows the pain and I have the urge to urge it. Compassion etc. I do not know. But I know to give as much as I can and I have to make sure that someone pour me. My own heart I can not always give it. I also need to have love. I want to make it bad. I do not know why I look like me, but I have always been doing this way. I like love. I like to make men feel better. I feel special. But I need to remember that some people are not ready yet. I can not thank you. Afraid of it

As long as I remember, I felt my struggle to be a burden, red letter. My broken eyes separate me from others and make me special in the darkest way. Today, I know this is a lie living in my painful center and I am a place to find freedom. My struggle is a gift. This struggle is a red word, not a warrior, but a person who chooses every minute every minute to face the truth with a cruel honesty. Please see what the reality is, how it should be, how it will be, or what it is rather than what I want it. Through the struggle for my growth I have learned about me, and all of me is full of love and acceptance.