The cycle perpetuates.

Why, when i should feel built up, do i feel empty, exhausted and altogether used up. Is the good, a forced good, or is it for real?

Take my life
Take my mind
Take my soul
Take my will
I am yours Lord
I give it all to you.

*sigh* i wanna tell her that i love her. that the Lord of heaven and earth cherishes her and wants her to come running... but i remain a spectator. what could i ever do to ease the pain, to pacify the confusion? nothing. so i keep praying. yet for all i've prayed, i have trouble putting it all into action.

*sigh.*