Patmos Isle

The life of a Pastor, one who has been beaten and left to die by his own kind.

Location: Texas, United States

I consider myself as one that has seen the dark side of humanity and has lived to speak of it.

Saturday, June 10, 2006


I feel this ton of weight on me. It is sucking the life right out of my living. My purpose has become how can I hide, where can I go that no one will find me. I feel like a dog that is about to go off and just die somewhere. Somewhere away from home, somewhere away from others, somewhere away from them that deep down inside he knows that he cares about, but for some reason right now, cannot find love for them.

I wish I could explain it. Sex has never been better, but even sex becomes just another reason to take your hat off.

I need to scream, I need to yell at the top of my lungs, yet two things keep me from it. One, I know that someone will hear & Two, I dont know what I would scream. Oh, I repent, I know what I would scream and I guess the thing that keeps me from screaming is, well, refer back to # 1.