Can we make this shard a habbening?
The curtains tend to drift back and forth from the edges of my field of vision, threatening to obscure the truth again. Interacting with this dreamworld lulls me back to sleep even more. But then I force myself to snap out of it again, opening my eyes wider, reminding myself of the miracles, knowing the truth, while still not understanding how we proceed from A to Z. So I commit to taking it step by step. Letting go of what was. Accepting what is. And having faith in what will be.