:)

But time threw a prayer to me
And all around me became still. (Seal)


I walk around and never really anticipate what will happen next. Around corners, down the road, in the next room. I have no idea. Sometimes I am overwelmed with anxiety or sadness or worry. I lived so long like that. It's a hard ride to get off of. I keep telling the guy at the controls to let me off, but he gets off on making me go one more time, I think.

But through every day and every thing I have felt and absorbed, nothing is greater than the moment that a tiny bit of hope flashes in front of me. It doesn't take much. I have said in the past that I am not fond of hope because it gives me expectations, and those are bad. {Bad expectations! (slapping wrist of the expectations)} But I was wrong. Hope is solid. Based on faith and geting me through the day.