January 5, 2006

• On a night like tonight, it feels as it did on that Forsaken Halloween,
  and I desire, more than all else, to feel her embrace again. I play the
  playlist that has served as a soundtrack to my misery, and my instincts
  look to dink or smoke to scare away this demon. But there are other
  demons who would feed off those tools, so I fight the urge and make tea.

  Now I sip tea. I wonder why I'm afraid to seek comfort in my God, whom
  I know would give it with a good will. I wish blessed sleep would end
  this night.

  • 5:00 am
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