Too Many Questions

I touch the keys to play a private song while I look out the window at the fog hiding the details of the world. My tea grows cold on the counter as I continue growing restless. My comfort is being shifted but I have no definitive proof for why. I have forgone any music charts and instead put my bible in front of me. I keep looking at the words before me, encouraged to meditate for answers. The questions themselves seem too many.

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