There is a Artist man who lives close to me. We used to draw together underneath the trees. We would talk together and make each other smile. I have know this man for a long while. But there is something about him that is taking a toll. Monsters are inside of him , eating his soul. He is my friend though, sometimes people ask me why. It is because I see myself in him, though when his monsters come out , sometimes I cry. For years my friend, I have prayed for you. There is nothing else I can do. But my friend, I keep telling myself that God must love you at least as much as I do. I love you Artist man......but I hate your monsters. |