Confessional...

I may speak in the languages of humans and of angels. But if I don't have love, I am a loud gong or a clashing cymbal. I may have the gift to speak what God has revealed, and I may understand all mysteries and have all knowledge. But if I don't have love, I am nothing. I may even give away all that I have and give up my body to be burned. But if I don't have love, none of these things will help.

I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love. Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first.

Instead of fragrance there will be a stench...

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I am still right here

What have I become

My sweetest friend

And you could have it all

If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way...

and it is true what you say, that I live like a hermit in my own head...