Trucks are prohibited...but you are always welcome

Thursday, May 14, 2015


Sometimes, God and I are on the outs. We pass and acknowledge each other with a furtive nod. I feel the absence, so I know the presence was real… I didn't make it up. And I feel drained, my battery flashing red, red, red.

I know I need to plug in, I need to connect or else I will die.

I know what I want, what I need, what I have to do.

But it's like plugging into an outlet in pitch-black. I know it's there because I've accessed it before, while I fumble and hit the wall over and over. I know it's there but I just. Can't. Find it.