Expect nothing because this post has no direction whatsoever. Now if in the chaos of words you find a head, good for you, may it lead you to a tail.
I come from a family of ramblers; I guess its what we do best.
It all started with a request and that's all you need to know.The event(s) following this request has plagued and traumatized me so much so that I fear its a memory that I may never rid of.
worst thing about it is that there is no one, absolutely no one to confide in: everyone is in their strait jacket, eyes forward and neck straight. neck straightened with the iron of pain.
Only God but sometimes (I should know better) even he too seems far away.
Bottom-line is I feel helpless, condemned, accused, brow-beaten and good for nothing
I feel like a fragile spirit that was deceived, trapped, and caged.
Teased out of the cage at the whim of my captors only to be poked back in by the sharp end of their pitchforks.
I feel so condemned and heavy hearted that I cant even reach out to God for fear of staining his pure righteousness with my stubborn refusal to be redeemed even after the price has been paid.
Everyone says that to me so it must be true.
Love Lou.
