Refraining From The Touch – Day 249, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Sin.
The flesh loves it so much.
Quite frankly,
I don’t see anything else it adores.
Just being in my own body,
Feeling what it craves,
Is enough proof for me to know God is real while watching my every move.
And,
As I fall,
And fall,
And,
Fall time and time again,
All I desire is to cleanse my spirit of this atrocity.
Lust…
What a demon it is.
Jezebel staring into my eyes the moment I wake from a paralysis preventing me from engaging with it.
Although I’m asleep,
My eyes still wrestle with a conscious world covered in skin,
Exposed for the satisfaction of their undying vanity…
But,
What can I do besides look away?
Refrain from the touch,
And,
Endure the pain coming from loneliness becoming way too common,
Nowadays…