I don't want to leave. Not really.
But I keep hearing the voices telling me to Come and Stay.
I am not comfortable where I am right now. I probably wasn't ever comfortable. But that doesn't mean I have to trust the voices. I know they don't have my best interests at heart. But they keep calling me. They sing to me while I sleep.
They tell me I can come Home.
They tell me that I am lost, and I am in the Darkness, and that the only way I will ever find the Light is if I Listen to Them.
There are no clear paths through the woods. I tried to walk through the brush, but I slipped, and fell, and tore my favorite arm.
The biggest problem is that I can see it now.
All I have to do is not look, and Visions tell me Everything that I Never wanted to Know.
Faith is gone.
How can Faith exist when I am so Certain?
I can't wait to Listen
I don't want to leave. Not really.
But I keep hearing the voices telling me to Come and Stay.
I am not comfortable where I am right now. I probably wasn't ever comfortable. But that doesn't mean I have to trust the voices. I know they don't have my best interests at heart. But they keep calling me. They sing to me while I sleep.
They tell me I can come Home.
They tell me that I am lost, and I am in the Darkness, and that the only way I will ever find the Light is if I Listen to Them.
There are no clear paths through the woods. I tried to walk through the brush, but I slipped, and fell, and tore my favorite arm.
The biggest problem is that I can see it now.
All I have to do is not look, and Visions tell me Everything that I Never wanted to Know.
Faith is gone.
How can Faith exist when I am so Certain?
I can't wait to Listen
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