sometimes i am tired of being the funny one.
sometimes i feel burdened by the weight of the sin that makes up who i am.
i want the security of being fully known and fully loved.
i miss fences and boundaries and rules.
i want to know if i have gone too far.
i want someone to look into my soul and tell me what is there.
i cant see anything when i look for myself.
i want to find God in all this,
but i have lost my antenna.
i have no way to reach him.
8:11 a.m. - 2004-05-15
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