i'm tired.
the restlessness is fading, though, and i know i have to stop looking for the Divine Push in regards to everyday living and know that i have to start seeking the Divine on His Private Line. i have to stop hoping for people to save me, to say the right thing or be the right comfort or know what it is that i need-- or can distract me enough to shield me from this feeling of lack and empty.
boys do not pay attention to me. they cannot save me.
men do not understand me. they cannot save me.
i will be taking care of my family soon enough. they cannot save me.
friends are to be loved, not wrung of all care. they cannot save me.
i, i who have more issues than readers digest, cannot save me.
one step at a time.
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