I’m sorry I keep stressing you out with my tantrums..
Today was not such a bad day, but neither was it good. Today I thought about how far behind I was, and felt dejected.
I’m sorry I snapped at you.
Sorry I stressed you out.
Sorry I constantly put you under so much pressure. Forgive me.
The earth and the skies seem dim now,
Not seem,
They are dim.
Dimmer than dim.
They are so dark, I can see nothing.
Even our love seems so hard to feel..
It’s like being alone in a dark room.
The room is filled with valuables but you’re unable to see or touch them. You keep walking around aimlessly. Trying hard to reach out for your gifts. But it seems fruitless. The more you walk around, the more the room widens.
It gets bigger.
I’m getting exhausted from walking around blind. With no illumination but my desperation for the gifts which are rightly mine.
It feels like we’re both blind people leading each other.
My king, I think we need a third person.
The one who built this room,
Whose eyes are not blind,
The same man who gave us the gifts.
Let’s bring him in so he can lead us.
I’m worried that if we don’t, we’ll keep exhausting ourselves till our precious gifts expire, and we leave empty handed.
Let’s invite him love,
This way we would have a surer direction, with more certainty of being victorious.
When he comes I’ll stop snapping back at you,
The mood swings will stop,
Depression will cease.
Because wherever he is, there’s dancing, and shouts of joy. Let’s invite him honey.
Let’s Invite Him honey