It's 3:11 am and I cannot stop thinking - thoughts tie me to the alert. Presently: I always thought to peter or to be petering was like being in the middle of a see-saw - indecision. Apparently petering is to deminish slowly and stop, or to tire.
Either way I am petering.
And in this near delierious state I think I may even be Petering (as in apostle Peter - ing).
- I have learnt more about having patience this past year than in the whole sum of my life and yet I lack it still.
- Hope teases me dancing in and out of my heart on a day to day some times minute to minute basis.
- Have I become what I never wanted to? What did I never want to become?
willing to Settle?
Just resigned to petering?
Hopeless reflections - hopefully morning will bring hope.
I'm so witty.