But what if it wasn’t so easy? What if you found yourself once again slipping into those things that you once swore off, for better or for worse? Because I would destroy myself to never again be one of those, to never live as they. Maybe I have a complex, a psychological problem, a mistaken identity… I sometimes feel like the message touched me closer to the heart, to the soul, to the mind. Things were not just shaken up, they were then reassembled, rearranged, aligned and righted, consoled and corrected. And maybe it cannot survive.
To be selfless in a selfish society seems like a oxymoron. And… pernicious. It seems like a terrible trick, a joke in which everyone else is laughing. And I continue to write with my left hand.
And am I making my way to Damascus? A road which is stronger, a road which is longer. Oh my, I would find myself again. I would find myself lying down.
Too much thinking again.
I would say this; oh Lord, let me follow in your footsteps and be your child. And on the Damascus road, break me again.
Cameron
