the clouds above opened up and let it out.
i was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere when the water filled every hole.
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
making islands where no island should go.
those people were overjoyed;
they took to their boats.
i thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forevermore.
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before
i need you so much closer
-deathcab for cutie
when too much seems like too much and too little seems like not enough, how do you know. where is the instruction manual. where is the person who can tell me what to do. exactly. with confidence. why won't God appear to me and sit down and let me ask him things. like why i've gone through so much in my life and what the purpose is. why won't he speak to me in audible words and phrases and with emphasis. why can't he be easier to figure out. why can't i be easier to figure out.