must be asleep

you know, I used to write.

and life is so overwhelming when no one hears your silent screams for something, anything
anything that would make you sleep sounder at night. i used to write, which meant i had the words... oh Lord, show us who we are!

who are we? what is this great love inside of me? and defeat....

are we worthy? for amidst denial, grace.... i haven't the time i say... but there is so much to be said.. but you know i used to write.