How… can it be?

How frightening it can be! What do I do? How can I handle this? There are times when I feel as it I am pressed against a skim, a thin thing that molds to the shape of my body. I can’t help but press against it – I am compelled to do so. I feel as if I am about to break through… brake through to something, something new. It’s a bit frightening, the unknown, the mysterious.
There are times when I feel as if I am in the thin-space where the dividing line between me and the presence of God is so less significant. It is a good time; it is a terrifying time, and I fail so.
Something is coming, I think. Something. Anticipation. Restlessness.