A Tired Mother named God.

Floating in comfort

I'm stuck on this song just as I am stuck in the air.

Repetition is comfort.

Limitation is comfort.

Familiarity is comfort.

Maybe I'm done with comfort,

But it's all I have to offer myself right now.

I can't change the world inside the melody of this song,

Or miles above the rest of my life.

Just wait, I'll be back soon,

And force myself into uncomfort for the sake of change.