La Musique

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

It's a searing pain really, that comes upon you when you are alone, with too much time on your hands. Exhaustion kicks in, but it doesn't quite take over you enough. And you find yourself running through the day's events, miniscule, insignificant details that suddenly make themselves all too plain.

Sometimes I try to hide from the glaring truth. I cloak myself with fantasies, illusions that have no place in this reality. Sometimes I find I even lose my purpose. It scares me.

I'm beginning to despair. Really I am. I need God's hand now.

11:57 PM