intricacy

Everyone has ideas and thoughts and dreams of their own that are so vulnerable and that are entirely deserving of being cherished and appreciated in the gentlest, sweetest manner. Delicate, feathery, fragile wishes floating around, maybe just under the surface of conscious current, surfacing occasionally. I'm astounded and ovewhelmed at the magnitude of it that you can see. People with heads bent, they're doing their work, but there, in that corner in the red shirt and headphones, can you see it simmering? Not one person can fully appreciate every other person's inner world; too unworthy to hold it, maybe we can try? I know God can, but also ... and I'm going to let this trail because completing it discovers something I might not want to know.