I feel inadequate sometimes, overwhelmed by expectations I press on myself, I think. Trying hard to be someone else, I think. Until I don't really know for sure.
Hmm. Maybe this will in time define me at last, always shifting, changing according to..?
Sometimes, I think too darkly at night (pun unintended). There's always this cloud of gloominess that sets in, (perhaps out of fatigue, perhaps out of exhaustion in unnaturally leaning towards the cheery) that draws me to slightly (to put it mildly) negative perspectives.
Coloured perspectives? Maybe I shouldn't rattle on at night.
But I have to record down the wisps of... a thought before it gets lost in the cloaks of slumber.
-Is it time? I think I can only hope you are more in tune with His will than me, to lead us not into another tragedy
-Am I running away? Is it out of understandable fear? Or should I break out, in the name of conquering my paranoia
-Is this baseless? Without a true nor strong foundation, that it will inevitably fall?
-Am I simply impatient for answers I can cannot get
-Is this a worthless pursue, merely a waste of my time, a distraction
"Praise You In This Storm" is a beautiful song by Casting Crowns, but I find myself drawn only to this one line:
Once again, I said amen, and its still rainingand I always wonder when I can sing the rest
tsesin 
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