25: be with me
Every morning, I wake up with a deep uneasy feeling in my gut. It doesn't seem to go away no matter how much I fight it. Thoughts about the future flood my mind. Mine partially but mostly It. The responsibilities are so heavy, so heavy that I feel myself sinking down if I don't keep myself afloat in Him. It's slowly pushing me to a corner. If only I can run away, run back home. Home, I never felt that I need you more than I do now. I choose to escape knowing full well that I have to turn back and pick up the pieces I leave behind. The time to make the decision will come eventually, maybe even sooner than I expect.