Close your eyes and let the crowd carry you along the haze of heat disorients you, but you welcome the new feeling so new it defies description, as words to describe it have withered from your vocabulary these last years.
Excitement, apprehension, a billowing breeze of freedom perhaps. I find myself out of habit in recognizing how I feel, let alone attempting to transpose it to paper once again after such a long absence from myself and this world and caring to remember this day.
It is standing tip-toe on top of a bridge. Over the clear diamond facade a pristine ocean, opening up your arms wide The whipping wind creates waves equal in your hair, brings tears to your eyes, and captures your breath.
You can’t wait to fall. Not to end it all but to begin what’s next, because you know that there is more. You know that what lies ahead is better. Better than this.
You welcome this and all feelings as they’ve been missed for this long time. You wonder where they’ve gone, the feelings unremembered, or some purposefully forgotten For surely they had to have existed, and are therefore somewhere... Some dimension must still hold them, perhaps they are not the only things missing.
I need to find who I was for all that time so that I can continue...
But for now. For now the horizon is beautiful, and driving home through the next sunrise won’t make me cry for there is freedom just beyond.
