Stop and stare...

Once more I am caught in a vortex of thought and misshapen circumstance. I am doing all I can, one could even argue that I'm doing more than most, yet I still feel as if there is so much more that I should do. As reality sets in, my dreams seem further away than ever. The question begs itself since the beginning of this journey - how do I transcend and break free? Perhaps my destiny is to always remain stuck somewhere between the clouds, able to see the stars, but not close enough to touch. I ponder what the last few days of this year shall bring, and I pray that if anything, at least some clarity and sense of closure. Maybe even a promise of something new, of something better, more profound and surely more real. Something quieter, that most won't even notice. Yet it will be my writing on the wall. I am still here, and I want to be heard. And perhaps ... not so very alone.