Like a Scattered Pack of Cards

I've got to tell you the truth. I'm just here, sort of blasted and annihilated; scorched and borne here by the inertia of the week. When you do things bam-bam-bam, you always get clotheslined yourself-bam-somewhere along the way. I'm looking down at my lap, at my student planner, bewildered by all the crap I wrote down. I kind of liked it better when I didn't write in that thing. Of course, I never got things done. Every now and then, you forget how to be human. And it's the strangest feeling trying to remember. I guess that's why we have the Word to show us who created us. Teach us how to love.