I imagine leaving heaven with one goal. to live in the place so callous and cold, with no sense of a comfort zone but with a bag of tools the Only Rule is to dig 4 buried Treasures lost under gravel and stone.
Shattered hearts, lifeless, full of colds.
Getting sick 'NO WAY' I said with confidence and bold. Im to determined to find this buried treasure and reach my goal,
to save a life so battered but filled with gold, to shed light on a life with a devine soul, and maybe then I know I reached my goal.
Getting sick was never the plan, but God said "I need you to shed light on other Souls and for that I give you cold'
so I'm thankful for this gift so heartfelt warm but bold ..
©luckyyou
L