You are like a child. Making violent noise out of nothing. kicking and trashing around. Not speaking, just slowly destroying the surrounding. I find myself disappointed in the passion exerted into nothing. Into a purposeless abyss.
I'm quilting thoughts. I want to know, I want to see it standing there, finished at the end of it all, the most breathtaking collection of anything anyone has ever seen. I want to see it all stitched together, knowing the way each part played, the way each part looked at one time, at another time. I want to appreciate it all. I want to love. All of it. 
