up in arms

something is shifting in the paradigm of my trivial existence.

as if there is a symphonic heartbeat were the cold relic of my heart once hoped.

hope being the key that was ripped by some despot from my grasp…now I find it dangling in front of me. calling out to me…taunting me even.

yet, I hope against hope, fearing nothing but the catatonic state in which I have found myself. despising the waking hour and yearning for something more. I.NEED.something.more.

I need hope.

2 Responses

  1. Thinking of you, dear, creative one, and Hebrews 11.
    http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=65&chapter=11&version=9&context=chapter
    Blessings,
    eb

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