i don't pray enough. i don't know why. the words just don't come out. my mind wanders. i get frustrated and it takes me a while to re-attempt.

i wonder if some great tragedy is neccessary to pull me down to my knees. if the knobs on my soul need to be tweaked to the proper frequency. if my thumb is stuck in some dam that holds back the end to this drought.

how appropriate. coming out of my speakers right at this moment:

i'm so tired of living for the kind of love that only lasts for a while... so i fall on my knees to get back on my feet again and i cry out for you, would you please speak to me?
- ten shekel shirt