"Come and find me, my Love
If it's not too late
You’ll know where to look
I leave no tracks, no scent, no trace
If it's not too late
You’ll know where to look
Please forget the things I said and I wrote
Forget them and throw them away
Forget the things that I wrecked and I broke
Forget me and throw me away
The dark to me is a comfort
It offers blindness to me
There are so many horrible things in the light
They hurt for me to see

If you find me, carry me home
Don’t wake me or whisper my name
Lock me in the warmth of Your arms
And walk me away from my shame

Emotional, Mental, Physical and Spiritual Drain

Words.
Yet there is no structure behind them.
Words.
But the meaning is unclear.
Words.
And the block has grown.

Words.
Words.
Words.

Even more words.

More words.

Words.