Monday, January 18, 2010

Danny woke up after a good seven hours sleep. He felt weird. Really weird. He had this dream of him running down the street, looking for a telephone. In his dream, he saw himself standing outside a telephone booth, waiting patiently for the person inside to get out.

"Ah. I remembered. I had something in mind. I really need to put my focus on that. But the dream was so real."
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And he stopped. He looked into his heart. Things aren't going too good. And then he heard, "It's not so bad, you like it don't you? Keep it this way." He hears this voice running through his head constantly. No not his own voice. He knows what he should do. He knows he has to stop that. And so he prayed, a silent little prayer, for strength to stop this war inside. And as he struggles with it, at the back of his head he knows that He is watching. He stretches his hand towards Him. And there he sees Him pulling his hand. Like a tug-of-war, he finds himself inching towards Him. "You have to keep your focus in this game. Remember there's only one objective and that is to win. You need to focus, on me," He said. And so he looks at Him, and not at the war within himself.

This is written at 1/18/2010 05:13:00 pm
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