broken off for their unbelief

The day after the first time round filled me with a different set of emotions than what is currently making its home inside my spirit. Didn't expect the same rush, no, but didn't expect this. It is like a hollow shell filled with the weight of the world, a burden of sorrow for the lost, especially my lost, that hurts in ways I suppose it is supposed to hurt. Always supposed to have this burden, sure. But I can't imagine to this intensity always. Unless maybe so.