Resistance

Dear idealist, perhaps now its time to lay down those arms. Perhaps now its time to reconsider, is it really worth fighting for. Perhaps its time to ask, are we the waiting?

The strain is just too much.

I know i loved. and that I loved fully, deeply, quietly. but now, the end of the road is here. I sincerely regret for allowing myself to be hurt. I no longer can spare such capacity, i need to direct my energy else where. Where it is more meaningful, where it would do the world more good. Dear rabbit, if only i could summon an ounce more of strength i will still keep the race going. But for this race, i just think i couldnt complete it.

Dear God,

it hurts. And i want to hide myself from this.

I dislike that life no longer has an option for me to recede or disappear.

Dear God,

I feel lost. I feel uncertain. That of which i was surefooted on solid ground before felt like waters now. God, lead me, where my feet may fail.