Go

Go. To be in movement, whether across sand or collected tears is the only refuge we have from being still. And to be still is to die. So, go. To be in dance, whether through sprinkled water or dropping seas is the only sanctuary we have from being lost. And to be lost is to die. So, go. To be in song, whether of shattered trees or slowly forming clouds is the only respite we have from being owned. And to be owned is to die. So, go. To be in freedom, whether from me or from the memories of who we were is the only gift I have to give you from who I am. And to be who I am is to die. So, I go. I am in becoming, whether of what I take or what I leave since becoming is the only dream I can still dream with my tattered mind. And to be a tattered mind is all I've ever wanted.