Aside from that being a very good book (The Hidden I mean) it also describes the inner part of us that every person has and so few of us wish to acknowledge. Every one of us has an inner-self that rarely comes out. For those of you who write journals or truthfully blog you know what I’m talking about. When you write all these words that you may or may not have realized you felt come out into the light and you arte able to converse with your true heart. Mostly sad thoughts and heart felt pleading emerge and reach out for the nearest person that might care how you feel. But rarely are your pleas heard as they are seen only by your own eyes or those of people who do next to nothing to help but offer what little sympathy they can. Life is cruel blaming God won’t make things better, swearing your head off offers no solace. It’s as if all you could ever possibly do would never be enough to free you from the sorrow and loss and pain that fills your mind. Trapped by your own thoughts and your own heart.

Your cries are only heard by two.  And feel the second could never help, could never save. He stands arms open waiting to comfort all the suffering of your mind but you close yourself from the world and anyone who might love you as you fell only betrayal comes from them. Would you open up to a friend, simply pour your hurts out, and allow another to share the pain that torments your heart? Whould you let others love you?