Tuesday, December 30, 2003
The rain keeps falling, but the trees still look dried up.
I drink, yet I thirst for more.
I sleep only to wake up tired.
I am never all that hungry, and I have to remind myself to eat.
One hundred things to do, but I always feel bored.
Friends all around, though I feel alone.
A joyful heart is good medicine,
but a broken spirit dries up to the bone.
Even in laughter the heart may be in pain,
And the end of Joy may be grief.
