why does it feel so right and yet so wrong? and why can't i make the hard choice? every minute i waver will lead to more brokenness in the end. so why do i sit here and stare into the distance, as if the answer will come over the horizon?
but no. after all this has passed, i still will remain. and after my heart has cried its last, there will be beauty from pain. so God help me, i will look for the dawn.
