Depleted after dancing around the streets like a loon. Running now, on what? On empty. Not filled, better said. The pain in being aware of this world, without a re-fill. That funny word 'discombobulate' speaks to this. Psychological tremors, shake me up in my mind. Not succeeding when, know can, and must.
OH what a jolly write . . .
Once in writing to a prospective romantic partner, was told wrote to her, as though communicating to others. An audience. Not a compliment. And this from someone who wrote semi-professionally. Anonymously looked her up again and noted her disclosure; 'Love writing- Will I or won't I ever finish the book?'
Now I feel I'm . . .
Perhaps I'll write tomorrow even or later today, or a few days. Perhaps I'd be better off with this kind of routine? Intermittent.
Have something to say and judging. And pangs about yesterday's post and "who am I to...". World seems bleak as I lay here feeling my shame. The burden of...
Gonna stop for now. God is here . . .
“Tell me something good” is so much more of a challenge. Good news. Want to type this.
To remind/why: Write to prophecy and pray-as-go. Write to preach to myself. Write that a rare reader might be built up; Read something that leads, maybe to look here or there and somehow receive something, GOOD. For a verse, or verses, to become Life.
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All I’m managing is jazz up an image and consider the burdens that shouldn't be felt. Blank for direction. But do because I do and try to make this an act of consecration. Took, a cracker and suitable liquid, communion. While the kettle boiled. Talking in tongues and remember verses. Must get this done in 15 mins. No fame here and feel . . .
We're not supposed to be well. A disgrace, and sign we're sheeping about while wolves creep in the dark. Showing their teeth and evidence of eating us is everywhere. There are two lines; never been better – never been worse. Not more or less, clearly, both/and. We should be grateful, as in the UK, and not be in an idealistic romance . . .
There we have it. Misplaced blame and undeveloped, refuse to follow-through, thinking. The base combo. Run down another or others and get off on. Sweeping along in group-think and identity politics, the wider push. Stuffed up, because we don’t see the con. Exemplified, if/in, we can’t see the false-waving-flags -and- no sense that a . . .