Melancholy, deep to the core. If I can understand, I can try to accept. So much I don't understand. So much I try to accept, so much I can not. The humanity of it all brings me to my knees. Pray, pray with out ceasing, perhaps all that we can accept is the deep knowing of peace within our own truths that we hold with in our own hearts. Still tonight, I could drive away into the dark night, and not look back. There is never a promise of tomorrow, but should I be blessed with another, I will humble myself to the gift of another day and try to dream a differnet dream. A dream where peace and love if all there is, and healing would envelope every soul that is wounded.