Here I am, in that old place again, down on my face again

I knew this would happen. Maybe it's me being emotional and rational because it is 11:42 PM. However, I felt like this was coming, something brought me to this place, and I have to throw some fleece down. I have to lay it outside and say, "bring me a sign or I'm peace-ing out of this." I don't care if it's dry and the grass is wet or vice versa. Something miraculous must happen in order for me to stay with this. I want dreams, visions, songs, prophecies, anything that is blatant. If it's not blatant it won't count.

I'm sick of breaking hearts, but that's all I seem to be good at.