The weird and the wonderful

I nestled amonst your blankets last night, afraid of life. I thought that if I could find the right smells, I would be able to remember my childhood, my life in KL and all the glossy memories of safety. I read Rupert of Hentzau until 2 am, and finally fell asleep next to teddy. I woke up sore, feeling the effects of reality shoved down my throat. I felt weak, blank and small.

Dear God, give me wisdom to know what to trust you for, and the faith to trust you for it.