frustrated
this post was written last october, but the words still seem to hold true.
it can be infinitly frustrating not to have anything to say. that, for me, is not entirely the case. i have many, many things to say. but what am i to do when nought that i have to say is worthy (or right) to be typed? my words are not for a blog. they are for human ears. they are for a couch and a deep cup of coffee. yet human ears are hard to come by for me these days. but i mustn’t despair, for that has failed me in the past. bringing everything but ears. why must it be so dificult to take to GOD all that we wish to share? for HE is perhaps the only that would truely care.
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