What makes us lost? Where do we get this crazy belief? I do not have those answers. All I know is that that is how I feel. Lost. Like there is no one to claim me. Like I was forgotten at baggage claim and my owner will never come back. I am not filled with important things anyway, so what's the use in carrying around a piece of luggage that really has no value to you regardless.
This is a moment of rarity. I usually don't feel like this. But every once in a while it creeps up and hits me. That maybe I am really alone. Not really, because I always have God. But that here in earth, I am alone. Just fending for me and that everyone else just walks past me and doesn't even see my sad little wave as they walk on by.
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