Burrowed in a blanket of self pity and an X-large black leather jacket, I watched the rain fall on the windshield and matched heaven's tears to my own. Desperate to be in a place where this is okay. This being away. Being different. Being almost alone. Longing for the physical touch of someone who really cares and isn't just greeting me traditionally. Longing for a really deep conversation with someone in English.
It's all so superficial, but it reminds me that I was created a human and the only way I can reconcile these feelings of need is to remember that I was created to know lack, to know lonliness, to feel discomfort - I was created for the purpose of knowing the lack and filling it with Him.
But why does it hurt so much?
