I am here, still breathing on the next page. One sentence ends with a simple dot to make way for a new.
An old friend embraces me at the airport. After three years, I see how much his life has changed and feel my eyes well with tears of happiness for him.
He radiates light, and I feel the undercurrent of my own heart test the barriers of pre-existing fear. But the day is gentle with me, the storms for now have ceased. Once choppy waves reduced to a soft swaying of the boat.
He brings my suitcases over the edge, my life compressed into three. I couldn't be more satisfied at the minimality of baggage. I feel like shedding more and more, giving away everything... including my long, dry-damaged locks of which each strand holds the 7 years of this memory. Let it go...
Let it all go. The path which bound my mother and I to the roundabouts of a fragile mind. This longing for annihilation of which we know no kind. Into the tundra of His domain...
I walk away and I don't look back. Should it find me again when I am ripe with roots buried deep into this reality, then away we go in ancient sama.
For now, I choose the ordinary. And learn by the moment, like a child... how to put one foot in front of the other.