I move past the days now–
Not through them.
It is all one large blur between dawn, dream and imagination.
One week is only one forever existing day that waits for me until I have slumbered long enough to go on.
In these eternal days my mind can never rest, always peering behind my shoulder lest Insanity finally catch up to me.
Sometimes I wonder if the Good Lord had made me a simpleton,
Would I be better off?
Blissfully ingmorant to the world’s ways without a care as to what they may think or a worry of what i shall one day teach them and how to win over their hearts?
I have been told I am an “enlightened person”, smart, mysterious, wise and insightful.
If only they could understand it is not I, but my Lord that shines throughme somehow through all the selfish darkness that is my sinful nature.
Yes, that dark web of personalities, decisions, thoughts, theories, and ideas which is my mind.
At times when His light shines in just right i can finally see clearly.
As if the curtains of the dawning hour have been painfully pulled away and the beautiful, golden light of sunrise fills the room.
But other times I sit muddleing in the dark corner.
Desperately grasping the floor for any tangible thing to help me find my way through the labyrinth of space, time and the Odessy of Life.
It is often said that birlliant minds go mad trying to solve their mysteries.
At times I worry this too shall be my fate.
My only hope is to draw back the curtains at the break of day and cling to my precious candles at night.
to cry out to the lord to make things clear to me once more.
