The difficult art of becoming.

Something in me, dark and sticky
All the time it’s getting strong
No way of dealing with this feeling
Can’t go on like this too long

I’m in this weird frame of mind again. Doesn’t happen often, but it’s unnerving when it does. There’s no-one I can talk to about it; it’s the things that the church (in my experience) doesn’t even know where to begin dealing with.

And so it goes…