@aurorion

I saw my life as blank pages, a book where I could write whatever I wanted, however I wanted. I remember the years I spent trying so hard to make a mark one that never stayed. Now I’m back at the beginning of my story again: same blank pages, same ink, same book of life… but with a different plea, and a new conviction. Lord, I am tired. I acknowledge my pride, my will, my childishness the thought that I didn’t need You, that I was enough for myself. But I was beaten, scorned by a world that does not care if I exist. Now I say I am sorry. I need You. Your presence. Your existence. Please, write my story. Take my ink. Receive my book. I don’t want to do it myself anymore. I sit in walls that echo my failures, where the sound of despair drowns me, and the abyss calls. I ask for Your light it is all I can ask for, it is all I seek now. Bless me with Your forgiveness, and with Your mercy. — Orion's plea (Chronicles of Ariah)

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