There comes a time when you have
to accept an impossible situation for what it is -- when this
happens, doors open in your mind's eye, right in front it. The
main room always was the blind spot. Your temporary journey into
limited air skyward ends, as you give up clinging to the threads
that God tugs on so slightly, feeling for the most minute
vibrations. You return there, now and then, for nostalgia's sake,
but there are better places to spend your days exploring.
