Whirlwind of Kleenex

Sometimes I feel lonely
and then I
go and sulk or play the guitar
or maybe even blog to take my mind
from the miserable state I am in
forgetting the only
thing that will make me
content
satisfied
is perhaps what I am running
far away from
but then to come back to Him
is the best thing in
the whole world, better than
singing
or clothes, or whatever boy
I'm currently obsessed with
and I wonder how I could be so stupid
when He's always waiting
but I'm always running
though for once maybe now I run
in the right direction...

"Come to me all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest for your souls"