No Words

I want to write and I have no words. Every time I start to type, I hate what is written on the page. I delete it. I am going into tomorrow with a lot of apprehension and worry.

"When you're young, life's a dream. It's a beautiful and a burning thing."

"I will love with urgency and not with haste."

"And the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view..."

My heart is full of worry and pain, and I have no way to empty it. I have turned so far from what I once knew and found joy in. I am starting this journey without my one companion that could always be counted on because I have turned from Him and ran as fast as I possibly could in the wrong direction.

"'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer..."

"I am a sinner; If it's not one thing, it's another."