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.
nice to see you are still around dear.
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