i found comfort in signs. an odd sense of understanding. i found my memory reliving a past life… one in which i quickly abandoned belief, so broken and foggy. so devoid of optimism. desperate to find meaning in something i had little understanding of. time passed and all i carried was fear and a fading sense of hope as the world felt like it was falling apart around me. it’s ok to be afraid. is there logic to suffering? is there power in faith? signs is a reminder in the importance of belief… in a time when you’re most afraid. this hit me in places i did not want it to. swing away, merrill.