''What is this spell?'' The mind pains itself to think.
''Why is it that my prayers, incantations, and all other tribulations of spiritual cleansing, seem not to be working as they used to once - especially when they are most ardently needed to? Perhaps a rust of sorts has taken roots within my being without me being aware of it? Perhaps a weakness of heart? Perhaps the mistake of entertaining a certain Mr. Guileless-unworthy-What-If-and-Why-Me-Beware-Of-Me-I-Am-Dangerous-Thus-Don't-Court-Me-Bugger-Of-Sorts?''
Why, that has got to be it!
What is needed, perhaps, is a revival of the self with a more focused diligence. Hankerings over these negatives never were good for me and bode nothing well for my future; the sane parts of the mind that still exist, reprimand the soul to take on a semblance of control...
To another chance, to another forgiveness, to another moment - in order to live right, I stir myself and try to wake up again, in order for my conscience to be able to survive the test which who knows how soon I shall find myself immersed in... in the only Ultimate End Which Matters.
Insha'Allah may the ''trying'' be made easy and may the effort not go wasted.