This all comes down to...

...letting go.

I must let go of everything. Everything I know and I've learned.

I must rise up and fly. I must leave it all on the ground and let it go.

I must let it be. I must accept it all and let it be.

But I must get over and leave it behind.

I want to start living. I want to start touching.

I want contact. I must rid myself of the plastic.

I want to accept the here and now.

I want to accept the futility and be born again.

I want to get down on it.

I want this ride.


I want to safely fall out of the plane.