space and time

It's 5AM and I'm slightly less than wide awake in my bed. This is my pre dawn manifesto.

Before I make this leap I take a breath, if only to slow down my quickening heartbeat. Things seem to move a whole lot faster now. I'm not content to keep up any longer.

So off I go. I could stay and reminisce, but that time has past. Maybe when we cross paths again. I don't where these roads lead, but I need to know. If I get lost, it's part of finding my way.

The one thing that gives me pause is the thought of not being able to see this through with you. Maybe that's why it's easier to keep going and look back only to appreciate, and not to ponder about what things might have been.

My dreams are bigger than my world, and my reality is somewhere inbetween. I hope I still can find you there.

Is this how it goes? I used to believe in having roots to put down and grow. Now I see these roots not as anchors in the ground but ties between us. We keep in motion, never stationary. Some stay in familiar currents while others are carried to new places. I choose not to fight it. Maybe if our roots are strong enough to stretch beyond this time and space we'll be together again, both different and the same.