An idle mind is the devils workshop. When I sit alone with nothing to do, Lucifer (don of the morning) peeks his ugly face in my life. Although he doesn't manifest himself into a physical form; no his appearances torment me in worse ways then seeing evil itself. His manifestation forms within me, in my head, my thoughts are nothing short of sinister. I can't help it anymore, without an angelic presence or divine intervention my psyche only allows me to feel what I feel. The despair and sadness brought upon don't equal to half the pain that rejection has bestowed upon me. The thoughts are demonic and have taken name and form. But no longer will I be a prison to these feelings. I keep myself busy now, with distraction as my savior. It's a second coming of sorts, an epiphany, a revelation, realization has come over me.
Keep busy, don't think about it. Don't think about it you won't be hurt by it. It's a wound that was long healed, the pain that emanates from it currently is pure psychological.
I kept busy, so last night I re-arranged my room. It's dope!
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