There are days I wish I could spill everything I feel onto this empty screen and be done. But there are no words to do it all justice. The tides of anger, helplessness, happiness, contentment, determination, rejection and sorrow – the deepest swirls of it – can not be put into something as mundane as words. It can only be felt. It needs a divine power’s revelatory prowess dripping consciousness into one’s darkened soul lifting the fog. But alas, I am no prophet or hermit or mystic. And will have to be content with the micro seconds of clarity … you know … like those puzzles you can’t decipher if you look at them straight but that start coming together the moment you let your gaze drop and stop trying so hard. The divine only appears when you stop looking and trying so hard. When just the belief keeps you warm is when you will be rewarded with beautiful micro seconds of clarity and those can not be captured in any physical form.
The negative emotions remain but the fear is gone because you know He has got you.