This is it: jumping,
letting myself
,
,
,
,
drop
backward into unknown
futures;
letting myself go
,
,
,
,
,
,
into
an infinite universe - possibilities -
free
falling
,
,
,
,
,
,
feeling the air rush
past
my skin,
rustling
my clothes
&
whistling
around
my ears' listening for
signs
of what next;
my eyes closed tight
in
intrepid anticipation.
.
.
.
.
This is me,
thinking
so far, so good
so far, so good,
so far, so good,
so far, so good,
trusting
in the existence
of a catch,
by my purpose
finding
it’s
true vocation.