I’m longing.
What ever happened to all of those beautiful friendships that I allowed to slip? With what regret do I look back and think of how it would be had I chose to be more…
…more loving….
…more selfless…
….more transparent…
…more…
Regret stings. Removing masks sting.
Is there any way I could ?
What about Him? How often forgotten? How seldom truly sought?
Is this a show? When will I awake from this dream? Lord heal me.
Take me out of self.