A priest walks into the bar..

Broken

I am what many would call a non believer. I always thought of the religion as an optional extra. Never seen the point of praying to anyone or anything whether it is the god, the universe, the principle, or the cause, to deal with my problems and my feelings. I have never felt the connection. And I haven’t been hurt into the need for one.

But when sitting under the night sky with stars above I believe – I believe in second chances and new starts, I believe in hapless friends and calm sundays in the middle of theĀ bustling time. I believe in memories that won’t fade away. That is my church.

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About Sig

Her days flew like the wind; for when she wasn't studying lessons, she was fond of building castles in the air, and dreaming of the time when something she had done would make her famous, so that everybody would hear of her, and want to know her. I don't think she had made up her mind what this wonderful thing was to be.
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