i’ll admit
i got a little lost
set out with a destination in mind
and somehow • some way
looked down and realized just how fucking off course I was
how did i know i was off course
looming death
yup • that’ll do it
for this journey in particular i relied heavily on a firm path beneath me
it felt safe and solid
it was clear and visible and tangible
it was what i thought i needed
a firm foundation
i mean, it made perfect logical sense to me
and without it
seemingly out of nowhere
nothingness
my next step was nothingness
the only thing left for me was to fall
into the abyss
or was it
what I had forgotten on this particular journey
was that a firm path that i could feel
or thought i needed to feel
my next step firmly planted
isn’t actually safety
it’s limiting
it wasn’t freedom
because if at any point i couldn’t feel it beneath me
i’m fucked
i fall
so there i was
about to tumble into the abyss
and then i remembered
i didn’t need the path beneath me
it didn’t matter that it wasn’t there
i never needed it in the first place
i just thought i did
all I needed was trust
fuck the path
fuck that firm foundation
i trust
and because i trust
i remember
that i am not bound by the fears that once held me
i can fucking fly