à la mort

Kou Art

I am uninspired lately; almost lifeless. Life is so hectic, not with things I truly enjoy though, it feels dull. I've not been in such a place in a lustrum. I don't have the energy to brighten myself. I push forward, like a tired jouster. I know the routine; I drag along. Why talk? No reason to engage. I'm licking wounds and repenting.

Isaiah 1:18 The Voice (VOICE)

Come on now, let’s walk and talk; let’s work this out.
        Your wrongdoings are bloodred,
    But they can turn as white as snow.
        Your sins are red like crimson,
    But they can be made clean again like new wool.