So many thoughts rush forward passing swiftly in succession; glimpses as tattered ribbons of understanding. They race beyond my grasp. Listless, I cannot reach forward to find a catch hold to go with them, to leave.
An almost comforting void of feeling draws me down to close my eyes and rest in peaceful silence; a prayer for simple acceptance without making any demands on Understanding.
In Hope's passion, we want so much more to be real than truly is.