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the problem
11.14.02 9:52 p.m.
...and when the night brings silence and it's all we can do to keep our own thoughts from poisoning us...when we know that we don't have anyone to go home to...when we wonder why we're even here at all...when we know it would've been better if the alarm hadn't woken us up this morning...when we can't see past our own flaws...when we wonder if we have anything at all to look forward to...when we wonder if anything will ever change...when we wonder if it would matter if things did change a little...when the sounds of our own sighs are all we hear and our own exhaustion of mind, body and spirit is all we feel... ...is when God whispers. And we miss it. a brief and terribly undescriptive return - 10.28.04 |