Obliterations and Libations

I wish I had something worthwhile to write. I realized I keep deleting blog entries lately. Everytime I get on to write something - I read something I already posted and delete it. It is strange. I do the same thing with my other work. I may keep it for a moment or a decade - and eventually I find it trite. Actually, I find most of this blog boring at this point. Not boring. Exhausting. I am tired of rolling around holding my sides and whaling for the world to be righted. I am tired of spewing out crap about my "process" that may or may not be true. I am bored of this and I am thirsty.

Literally, I want a drink. I am going to drink a cool glass of lemonade.
My dry and cracking throat makes it hard to swallow the tears pounding the insides of my cheeks. They aren't falling. Cause, I'm too thirsty to cry. If I pray again today it means today will be the most I have prayed in the last three years of my life.