بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

of corollaries and addendums, seems like most everything I write, just one long sentence, trying to finish its beginning and ending, space the periods and commas, hope what comes out, isn't quite senseless. messages and memories, packaged for hand delivery, either express or slightly slower inevitability. my Future is the fuse, a spark of kindling surrounding all that I do, pointing me forward, along this path that He ensures, is the only one for me to choose.  of trampolines and dreams, there, there inside the crux of these, is where we find the fuel for flight, to reach beyond the moments passing, with hearts as Beacon one and bright.