If I claimed innocence, I would be lying;
Leave me to sleep, so easily...
Let me follow, no matter what.
I am ill- rather from a physical or spiritual illness I cannot judge. Perhaps it is both- but if it were, would it not just be spiritual?.. I know not. I just hate this feeling- the combined effect of hiding from a part of yourself, subtly at first but more drastically later plus the either dull or relentless ache of a soul out of harmony with what it is meant to be in-tune with. When this feeling comes, I always fear it shall never leave; when this feeling comes, I, like times before, feel that it could never leave. Yet experience shows that leave it does, after I surrender.. And things always turn out to be largely okay. I trust this time shall be much the same.
I might have solved it- I must have, at least a bit. But if so, why does my soul still dully ache for something?
This feeling, I tell you, is little better than the deprivation of joy and hope from life, with the exception that I feel this can and will pass, but to what end, I never shall know.