a myriad of feelings keep me from slumber.
i feel tired.
thinking of work makes me tired.
skin is flaking all over.

sometimes i feel that i can be brave.
conquer each world of obstacles.
sometimes i just feel dead.
let it all wash over me.
maybe something good will come out of it.

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. -- doris day

made in Your image.
born of Your grace.
know You as Saviour.
found in Your embrace.

thanx for that vote of support, seb.
perhaps it will all be ok.