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Monday, June 27, 2016

Talk myself to sleep tonight. Jesus fix it if you're listening. Figure out what's missing. Pretend it's Him so I can get some peace. It's been six months of nothing but everything I love. Levi says it right. "It's all just vanity and vapor."
All my fake friends and card houses have collapsed. I'm spinning without reach. I don't want to grab ahold of something or someone that I can't keep.
Everything is temporary.
Nothing stays.
And no one chooses to love you forever.
Not even your flesh and blood.
I'm so tired. Sad tired. Dead tired.
I rifle through my life alone.
I need to be held by anyone.
Father, comfort me.

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