Crashbox

Perhaps I know nothing...in my eyes, in my ears, in my nose and mouth they come---all the information, the pain, the glory, the knowledge that makes no distinction between good and evil, useful and worthless...

I am struggling, for I am a passionate soul, yet the very thing I should perhaps have the most passion for, I am void of emotion and almost listless; and still I go on with it in a half-crazed, dreamlike trace, enjoying, but very, very frightened. I feel so small. And not in control. Lord I call to you.

Blissful rain kisses gently my cheek. The colors of the day stun me. Softly seep those deep feelings...what are they? I can't speak of them, they have no names.