One of these days.
One of these days I will choose gravity above dreams, above faith, above love, above books. It’s a different kind of baggage a book that you carry to your sleep. Words adding the burden of meaning. So one of these days, I will let go of it to truly measure my own weight as I sleepwalk over a falling bridge backwards… Assured that I am the only one who could break my fall and choose not to. That’s a strange liberation, to surrender, to surround yourself with noises which could have been words but chose not to be. Instead chose to be silence.