How come? Wasn't I fine? Don't tell me. Not again. And I thought I was past that. Just seeing, and I wonder. I rack my brains would be closer to the truth. It's like giving till you're empty, and then receiving nothing. Of course you know nothing, the ever innocent, great pretender. Can I not stray of the path? It's narrow enough as it is. And then I wonder, how could you have done it that time? How did you? Is it possible? How can it?

And then, I remember: just like idolatry. And I am gone. I can remember everything just so clearly, I never thought it'd bother me so bad. I remember everything. Then for Him I put it all down.