Reach the sky;

Saturday, May 14, 2011

I cant see what's ahead of us, I cant see where we're heading. Where is the sense of adventure and exhilaration as we venture into the unknown, into the fog so thick that you cant even see your own hands? It's like trying to find a pin in the dark, hands outstretched, hoping that your roaming fingers find what you're looking for. There is fear, there is apprehension, there is uncertainty and there is some hope. Hope burns like a flame, a light in the dark but even fire burns out eventually. It's like searching for something that might not even exist but you continue anyway, grabbing at any form of distractions to keep the tendrils of nothingness from touching you. Anxiety builds up, one hair breath from the edge. These bearers of sadness are always there, little nudges to remind you of their presence but never a shove. You teetered and you fall. Or was that a leap of faith?