I sit with an empty tablet in front of me, it somehow brings comfort and safety to my over active mind. Like a safety net below a trapeze, the blank pages are ready to capture that which threatens to overflow from this tired brain.
Some days I sit waiting for that moment where pure coherence collides with brilliant determination to discover reason.
My greatest fear is in not capturing that moment, of forgetting the details that are the keys to unlocking my peace and purpose; forever waiting, pen in hand, to find the deeper meaning to this every day chaos.
Clarity is all that I ask, I am sure acceptance would quickly follow if I could only better understand what it is I am to accept and finally sort through the panic of this every day existence.
Like a butterfly in a box, desperately hoping for vacant skies, my hope still remains that one day this tablet will be filled with words of freedom and independence, no longer confined to the crevices of this brain but spreading its wings to fly across my soul and to the heavens.
