My nights are sleepless. I walk around with dark circles and bags under my eyes. I’m tired and I’m not sure people understand that. What I would like to know is why I can’t find a sense of comfort through it all. Is God telling me something? Is he telling me that what I want to hear, isn’t really a possibility? So many times I’ve awoken with hope and expectations, only for it to be a disappointment. I’m not finding it amusing and I know I shouldn’t be assuming, but right now, it’s the only countless idea that rumbles through my head. This should sound like preposterous, ‘cause not of it is clear to me, either. And that’s the thing; None of it makes any sense.
