Sunday, April 18, 2010


It's a quarter past 2. I thought I could sleep. But I woke up a bit more than an hour ago and have not been able to fall asleep. I tried and tried. But my heart wouldn't rest. I am getting tired and frustrated. Ok heart, you win. Now can we just get sleep?

It's pouring outside. Yet some things are being pooled, contained. How I wish water would just flow.

Perhaps the time will never come. And it will all evaporate. All but a dream. All but mere words in the head.

I was asked to pray. In my hour of need, I find no answers. Not even comfort. No solace.

Perhaps that's the sign You have given. Pitch silence.

Ok. I get it. And the rain continues to pour heavily. Washing away the colours of these wasted dreams.