Tuesday, February 3, 2009


How is it that I did not know the single set of footprints was Yours?
Am I unable to move myself without Your pace?
Do I need something more?
Is there something I lack?
Am I inadequate? Insufficient? Offtrack?

Tonight I cannot sweat this fever and my mind can't finish the race.
Gmail is turning pink with sunrise and I can't dream a dream that's worth the keep.

Eyes closed, lights off, phone silenced and yet no sleep...


B. L. Yansak said...

This is obviously not writing out of happiness, but it's good writing. I like it. Sorry boo. my bed's always open :) altho i wake up a lot earlier than you. LOVES

M.G. Frye said...

I liked this a lot, Jenna, :]