To walk out the door, never look back
No matter the harm.
Actions turns into consequences
turning into doubt of what you are
Where you came from, who you are not.
the feet take a step
no dry mouth, sweaty palms, not even a butterfly,
only pure joy of letting go.
Saying good-bye as conversations are not returned
not one thought of regret
just walking the direction of talent given,
to move forward, it’s not me choosing
it’s just happening.