bittersweet

The keyboard is before me, my fingers are resting so comfortably on its familiar keys. My mind is tired, and my breathing is coming in short, difficult bursts. I feel as if I have so much to say, but so little time. The solution, it would seem, would be to type faster. I am beginning to wonder how much faith plays into our lives. It appears to me that I have lost mine and I wonder why. I wonder how wearisome it would be to reaqquire. Come in closer, ease in closer. I'll dance with you in this waltz considered life. Sometimes the need will arise for me to hide. I can only hope that you will be accomodating during the difficult times. I may always be pushing you away but please don't abandon me. Remember for everything I want, there is something in me that wants the opposite. The end result to this condemned existence is a person left hanging in the balance- struggling and gasping for a breath of normality.