Given this ache,

I'm pulling myself up with the same tired strings.

I feel worn and worried about the children in their boxes. Can they breathe?

Am I really breathing?

Sometimes I imagine that You made us crazy to bless us, and make us work for the paradise of enjoying our Insanity. In eternity.

What is happiness without our striving towards it? It is Taken for granted. And we cant take anything for granted and be truly happy. Shallow rewards are fragile pleasures that leave behind stains and hangovers. I want the beauty back. I want the Other. I want I want I want no agenda.

But I

I, run among angry mirrors trying to escape the grasp of my own eyes.

I never said I wasn't a hypocrite.

Never said I wasn't a broken record singing off key same olds.

News?

What is going on? They don't tell us what is important. I found out anyway. Shame on us. Shame on us.

Good Grace, forgive us. Forgive me