mules are we

It's still a huge a struggle to come to terms with what I feel, what I see, and what I know. Barely a month has passed, barely much encounters, but it's moving strange; and even stranger to feel rather intuitive about it all.

Yet by this time I am wary, and have nary an idea how to react—I'm afraid of repeating that latest mistake of falling into the recesses of my frank emotivity and impulsive impulses of my heart—earnestly hoping that certain happenstances is God-given but instead coming full circle to find out that I was but being foolish.

And I tell myself that this will be different from the last: I will wait. I will seek His face above all else.

Kyrie Eleison.