From the heart; a spiritual writing by me, entitled: My Truth

I do not know what's considered real in this rim that I have encountered in this physical form of life. Nothing is tangible to me but feelings. In my world, my feelings are my facts, and my logic is acceptable and can be understood; even if it pains the soul. Truth is the foundation to my cope. Unconditional love is my addiction, and the physical is nothing but a lust. Forever is simply my crave. Though people may think I'm over compulsive in thought, or verbally circulated in delivery,  I say that one truly doesn't understand my soul. I feel one isn't spiritually in tune with my mental and delivery on life. It could be perceived as not sure, confused, or even lustful, when trying to be understood.  Searching for this void that was naturally suppose to be given from birth; where is the love? I am the broken person yearning for a fixing. Always giving more, like a second nature. Even when fearful, optimistic, or appearing depressed, only one soul in this universe could understand such a void. Whoever that may be, I'm in search of. Unity is gold, and can conquer the unknown, thus creating happiness in darkness. True friendship. YES!!! True love. I NEED IT!!! That greatness, It can't be broken, even in chaos. God has promised, that love conquers all. His promises are fulfilling. It is written in the script, and are my beliefs. This motive is powered by the void that curses me, yet keeps me going. My passion for love, keeps me alive. Not just love for a specific thing, or act, but for the help for mankind. I was born to be, THE help. To submit myself to my soulmate would be the full epitome of blessed. Yet patience is a virtue, and I have it, but only in truth. One can't fathom my mental and outlook on life, so it is in me to understand people to make their lives a little more better. Always giving; each day, the soul gets a little bit hurt, the more I give naturally unselfishly. Only faith in my lord carries me...when the sun sets, I sleep, and then rise again for the new day. The beauty in the rise, is life's metaphor of Christ's resurrection. A new beginning. Powerful, and able. Yes!  I am Grateful, BUT I am human, and the truth is pain at times. I would not have it any other way, because to understand is to know, and I would rather die knowing, than to live a lie. So I may cry and appear weak, but 20 uncontrollable cries in a lifetime worth of battles, is cleansing, and allows me to show my vulnerable side. Even the strongest get weak, because greatness has to fail to win. This is my truth.