My legs and feet shake with pestilent nerves, uncontrollably out of the reach of rational exposure. There is very little that stops my constant twitching. No one can live constantly on the awares, ready for attack or action, i believe i will die soon. i don't know why, the wary nerves in my body are frayed and teased like the bottom of a favorite pair of jeans. i have learned abide the incessence coming from below my waist, my life having a small and subtle shake now for a few years. i feel like a timer is churning inside of me, winding its way down to the anti climax of death. i feel whittled, carved into something ever smaller and smaller as the days go, i hate being destroyed, turned into the nothing, turned into nothingness. Most of what i have left is pain and love, if i be so lucky to remove all but pain and love i will consider myself lucky. however, like i said, pain and love is only most of what i have - the other stuff, the pride, the anger, the fear - it is at times louder than the pain, sometimes it is louder than love. so what is the prayer of a man who needs the little so he can have his heart back?
give - us - this - day - our - daily - bread
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