Sometimes I Feel...

Sometimes I feel so fragile, so incredibly delicate. I hate the vulnerability, the stark subjection to possible hurt and disappointment. I much prefer my powerful independence, my strong-willed nature, my assertiveness. But we are...are all fragile human beings that is.

Sometimes I feel so inconsequential, so insignificant. I hate the idea of having no stable place in this world, no clear purpose, no evident agenda. I much prefer my definitive roles, my purposeful intent, my  transparent direction. But we are...are all miniscule pieces of a very large whole.

Sometimes I feel so empty, so infinitely hollow. I hate the creeping sadness, the enveloping veil of darkness. I much prefer the feeling of completion, of radiant happiness, of life without end. But we are...are all made to live and all made to die.

But all I can do is wait...wait and see what tomorrow brings. I have put everything I know, everything I have out there...and the rest is no longer in my control, a quite unwanted place I find myself all too frequently. Yet, wait is what I must do...until he chooses.