Church

Sometimes I think my heart is already so full of pain that when I hear of any more pain it spills over and I begin to weep.

I cry for people I have never met. I cry for people who do not live in my own country. I cry a lot. I cry for mostly unfit reasons.

I am off my anti-depression medicine because I thought I had it figured out, and with the anticipation of my new life I'd be too excited to be sad. I suppose I was off slightly.

I can barely make it through the prayer's of the people at Church. There is a lot if hurt out there.