Cycle to the Stars.
Time to let go.
Fill my patiently-waiting rucksack and accept the shit for what it is.
Take the knobs for who they are and fill the void that has been my life.
Pump fresh blood into my sagging heart,
Pump fresh blood through my empty veins, and breathe.
Breathe new air.
Time to call it a day.
To rid myself from the stench of failure.
To crawl towards someone or something new?
I’m lost among lions; ready to pounce and devour.
Me? A hopeless cub, naive enough to foresee waters in the desert.
Time for a clean slate.
A new slate.
A slate that does not even exist.
A slate that’ll wake me up on a Monday morning with a coffee and a kiss.
A slate I can caress as we drift off into a world away from this darkness.
Time to take control.
To cycle to the stars.
To choose which clouds I want to rest upon.
To choose which moons I want to aim towards.
It’s time to move on, from everything.
To become greater beings.
To rise above what’s around us,
See straight through the crap in front of us,
And leave all of the burdens behind us.
It’s time, to value what’s truly there.
This is my first step.
Written in 2012