These are the moments when I marvel at the way darkness reinvents itself in shadows that move with moonlight across these walls. In this gentle hum of white noise the promises of dreams unravel in a ribbon of whispered syllables, and with eyes straining toward forever I can see the contrast between what I am and what I could be beyond the stillness of this room. There are questions marks that hang in the margins - their plea: Let me be something more than what I am in these hollow hours filled with not knowing what I am waiting for. Let me grow into this heart and everything it holds inside.