Mind racing.
Ideas swirling.
No real thought.
It's all a chaotic whirlwind.
How long will my words fail me?
Concepts.
Theories.
Theology.
It all tornado's around within me.
Here comes the rain of drowsiness.
It threaten's to drown all contemplations, should they resist.
Reluctantly, they obey
Giving full reign to the storm brewing within.
In time the tempest subsides
And waves of rest wash upon my shores.
About Me
- Tiff
- I'm a follower of God's law of love, or I try to be. I pray I'm not merely a speaker of His word, but a doer. I'm currently in nursing school. I want to work in the states some, but I'd love to take my experience and degree and work in an orphanage in Cambodia or at the Rapha House. I also serve in the United States Army (6 months left with this contract). I'm a combat MP for now, but when I extend my contract, I will reclass as a combat medic.
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