"stepping out in blind faith."

©brokenimagery

My word bank has run into a dry season. So badly I crave to find the words for the jumble of thoughts and emotion that swimming around and through me. Dreams are dressing my walls at night, leaving behind traces, smeared marks on the bare white four walls. Illuminated like the guiding lights in a dark tunnel that doesn't seem to have an end. I wish I could tell you, and even more I wish that I could make sense of it to myself. Confusion lingers around like a bad cold that turned into a undiagnosed phenomena. I dilute my actions because I'm stepping out in blind faith.