Split Words

I feel...so worried about people...about situations...about how it almost seems things are starting to spiral out of control.

I want to ask "What does it really matter?"

But I know the answer. I just want to shove my head so deep into the sand so that I cannot see, experience or feel.

I'm this mixture of a Savior want to be with the emotional maturity of a five year old. I keep trying to play Jesus to the leprosy of your heart...but I have nothing to give.

This medication...I guess this is like being stoned...or whatever. It sucks...I hate it. I hate this sickness and this pain...but God help me to see the light. Baby, light my way, light my way.