Oct 31, 2012

Six years of memories, and each individual memory scorches me to my very core.  Yet You are so far away... knowing any moment I could temporarily end my own pain.  I could easily throw back some alcohol and grant my own happiness.  To do what is wrong would feel so good.  I don't want to write again for You, but it is the only way to slowly drip out my distress.  Still, I wait for Jesus.