I have so much I want to say and yet my heart and mind feel so disconnected from the words…
Where do I begin?
Where do I end?
When does it end?
For a brief moment this self-censorship feels necessary yet wrong at the same time.
Could it be the self-preservation whispering at a distance?
Chaos seems to have become more normalized and the silence around it has become more apparent.
So many cries are being competitively analyzed like compassion is in limited supply.
The luxury of comfort and selfish desire are being exposed in so many.
But then we must become unified once the target has reached their own front door (and only when it has done so).
Their performance has been award worthy if I say so myself.
However, could I be so numb now to the dance that I have started to slowly pivot to that crippling mindset?
Is that why the words, my words….
Sigh.
Yeshua, your clarity is needed for the fighter in me wants to give in to the temptation of disrupting, but my heart cannot help but wonder if my actions are impulsively premature.
Help me to discipline my heart and mind so that my words can reach beyond my cerebrum.
Yes, the signal can seem unstable at times, but it refuses to not seek Your connection.
TheKiaraProject 