As with all times of upheaval many withdraw while the few choose to boldly face the unknown. The void. I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I’m not asking for your permission. Don’t let my leaving reflect what I feel for you. There was a call. I picked up. To behave as though it never happened would be doing myself a grave disservice. I looked into the abyss. There’s no going back to the womb…
Those who don’t think are thought for.
What sense does it make to wait for someone else to validate you?
How long should we wait to be seen as human? Worthy?
I claim it for my own.