I will go to bed tonight with many strange feelings. Reading things that probably aren't too healthy for me to dwell on, I realise how beautiful and how distant people can be. I never realise how solitary I am (or can be) until I nudge myself away from the center of the universe.

Run along little man.

The fact that God is infinite allows him to absorb all hurt, sin and pain, making forgiveness via the cross possible. I, on the other hand, am nowhere near 5 ft 1", and am painfully lacking in the art of absorbing pain. In weakness then, I can only think of psychological disembowelment and mutilation. Then I realise that I what really lack is love.

Center me.

And I realise that what I really want, is to be known.
Like I was before.