See, I am His whipping boy.

Except for the pain,uncertainties abound thereabouts of life; nothing should interest unless there is deeper stake. Found everything a commonplace.Nothing to look forward to, but for the past revisiting; too tired and vexed. No new steps came to methat should be belonging to God.Listened to Him from the above-- an ear pressed against the floor. Crawling things entered my each pore.