Sleep No More

September
21, 2013 was technically the day I started my new life with the man of my
dreams. However, that’s also the day I died. Granted, there was no eulogy or
casket, but I died within myself. My heart continued to beat and my lungs
functioned as normal, but my soul died. I was left with nothing more than the
shell of an existence.  It’s funny, we
never realize that everything that’s good to us isn’t always good for us, until
the unthinkable happens—cavities, diabetes, lung cancer—we never know until the
diagnosis. Have you any idea what it’s like to lay with the enemy or break
bread with your own murderer? Any idea what it’s like to have the sun rise and
set on somebody else’s ass? Maybe you are familiar with what it’s like to drink
from the cup that’s laced with the poison of your own demise. Have you ever
really fed on hatred, or even choked on deceit? Perhaps you have, but most deny
the fact that they, too, have consumed this very meal. This is how it unfolded
in my life and I am going tell you exactly how that poison tastes and how
deception feeds the hunger of a starving heart.