Late

Always a day late and a dollar short. Such is my life and it seems to be an example of your life. Sadness is a constant wave of emotion over me. Almost deadened on the inside. Deep places that only you can touch are wasting away. They are thirsty for your faint words of love. Looking daily to faith to carry me and guide my decisions. Are you? I believe all things are possible. I am waiting for my life's will to speak to me. Just late night thoughts . . . Not sure they make much rhyme or reason but they flowed out. 143