Because I know what we are doing, is staining my purity...and his, but I honestly don't think he cares... yet I do...
Washing clean with tears and repentance in a quiet place of prayer.
I am not quite sure where I am this morning.
Perhaps suspended in a dark, dull, dream like abeyance of exhaustion.
That sounds about right.
Sleep and I are still on very bad terms. It seems to like to slip out of my grasp until the last possible moment, and then I can keep a hold on it for such a short amount of time.
And then its so hard to exert any amount of effort anywhere. To digest or process any sort of thoughts. All I want to do is sleep. The exhaustion is just too overwhelming.
So as if it weren't hard enough to stand on a ladder to catch stars from the sky with a net,I am now tottering dangerously in my fatigue, on that top step. Emotion of any sort would knock me off completely.
Yep. There it goes. Here it comes. I think too much.
I just fell off...