I think, I am ready. To take off. To let go of almost everything. To end with a new fresh beginning. To leave everything behind.

I think I might be ready. But then again, I'm confused. Arousing questions swirling inside my crazy dimension. Maybe I need a little clarity.

It frightens me to think that if I were to loosen my grasp to set what's before me free, I might end up regretting, realizing that I'm not so ready after all.

It's better there. I'm afraid what I am searching for isn't there. For it isn't here or anywhere.