How to explain this feeling

of randomly listening to Yiruma
and re-reading old, forgotten thoughts -?
It's like an ice-cold plunge into a lost self awareness

What happened to me? Am I straying from my path?
I can't remember the last time I really peeled away the layers and breathed out
what was inside.

Or is it just fulfillment in articulation..

Signature is falling
haven't written, lived, it's been awhile.
Crushed tablets of resolve
disintegrated where -?
Beneath my teacup the napkin wrinkles
for the days to come.


When too much becomes paralysis.

echoing from distant corners

Shepherd me, O God,
beyond my wants,
beyond my fears,
from death into life.




-song by Marty Haugen