The Desert
I remain in the metaphorical desert
surrounded by physical sand dunes
My canteen has been empty since morning
with mouth dry from speaking to my only companions - mirages
the illusions of comfort
the illusions of home and a feeling of safety
I've lost faith that if I allow my eyes to close
that they will ever open again.
This morning's sermon was about King David and his low times. I must say that I started composing this then and finished it off just now. I think I've fixed my computer crashing issues. I'm gonna go and see if I can make it crash again... cause this is not the first time that I thought I resolved the issue unfortunately. Peace out.
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