¹ Listen to my prayer, O God,
do not ignore my plea;

² hear me and answer me.
My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught

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⁶ I said, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest-

⁷ I would flee far away
and stay in the desert;
Selah

⁸ I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm." - Psalm 55

i wish i had wings. i need to get away to some place i can think. my thoughts are too convoluted and misdirected here. that's what i miss most about home-- the lazy, boring afternoons of lying around by myself; privacy, solitude, time to rest and reflect. i just need time to think, god.