She was fast approaching the conclusion that faith is not a straight line, unless one is steadfast and clear and willing to take that risk, to step out to the edge and travel beyond the doubts… to support another in their pursuits, perhaps… in the full knowledge that one knows nothing about what lies in the distance…

That faith and willingness to trust in one to whom she felt she owed her very breath, one person, that had plucked her from the road to self-annihilation on which she had traveled for so long, and set her down on a clearer path.  The sign posts she had been seeking were pointed out and she began slowly, gradually, untangling the maze of confusion that had, so far, defined her existence.

She had begun emptying her cup, which had been overflowing with murky waters and reclaimed that which was hers, filtering the dreams, redefining her reality, she stepped out to the edge to look over into the immeasurable, her eyes wide with wonder, her heart filled with awe… The one in whom she had placed her faith was forever by her side trusting and trusted, tangible and intangible, moving at great speed and immovable…

Her endeavors, though altered beyond recognition were yet unchanged… Feelings, she reminisced, in pure sensation wrapped, forever alternating within frequencies dictated by her surroundings… She had faith in the real, unreal, ideological foundations of truth from which creativity is conceived… Maintaining a fluid dialogue in a state of consciousness had become the norm…

She walked and ran and talked and studied and expressed without a single thought of specifics… Knowledge, clarity, passing years… Time indulging her hunger, swallowed down in great gulps… Changed and yet unchanged she maintained her faith, building upon it, following its ebb and flow… cognizant of the sign posts, to form a straight line on the meandering path, rocky and smooth, to which there is no end…

~ A Matter of Faith
An Abstraction
by Annyash B. Arriffe

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