The Sun-Scorched Brain Presents:

Nothing.

After 8 hours in the sweltering heat (heat rivaled only by the fires of hell and the breath of my high school math teacher) that is all I have to offer.

But is that completely true you ask.

Well it was until two minutes ago when a friend inspired my thoughts.

Love. Something I desperately wanted to do/experience once. Unfortunately those were the days when I knew I couldn't. Then given the opportunity to love it was wasted on sin. Thus love became lifeless and void, something you could easily learn from a book found at the GBS. Mostly a fantasy now. Most certainly feeling out of reach.

I remember the days when love was what I doted on. I dreamed about it day in and day out. Longed for it. I had it once, but I gave it all to some skinny janitor (days I wish never happened). That of course being instead of God, but giving it to Him seemed equally lifeless. But I tried (religiously). Now I'm spent. I don't really care to try. (Holy crap that is THE most awful haircut I have ever seen!). Which isn't completely true (The not caring part . . . the haircut is still awful). I do want to try again.

It just seems so exhausting.

Luv,
Clay