I'm going but to what end?

It is hard to tread the ground of this place, even though I have been there before. There just too many painful memories, thoughts, broken hopes and crushed dreams fluttering in the sky. Idealism was born, breed and murdered there...but just as with every problem it is mine.

For far too long I was under the misconception that those in church instinctively hated me...and yet the problem has been that I have instinctively hated both church and Christians, on principle no less.

A bastardized view made all the worse by the fact I insist on living in such a deplorably depressed state of existence. Part circumstance, part me, part others but ultimately choice.

The days are becoming increasingly fleeting as I loose my identity and footing. It is a very steep distance to fall and yet...