Caring when I don’t want to care…

It’s a psychic pressure that I can’t step away from or care less about. It’s a haunting that is disguised by grace. I can’t seem to control it or lay it down, but it’s there. I don’t want to give to “it” but it demands my heart strings. Is it humanity? Maybe. Love? God? If it’s God, I need His phone number…I’ve got a message for Him…I. Love. And it hurts.