I shift.
I can’t shake the feeling that it’s…
Time.
Time for…
Something.
Something is coming.
Something is happening.
Now.
Now is the time.
Time to shift.
Time to drop everything.
Nothing that I was…
Or thought to be…
None of that is going with me.
Into this new chapter.
And the tears just keep coming.
Am I grieving?
Am I grieving everything that is no more?
While still trying…
Somehow to…
Hold on.
Because not everyone’s coming.
To the New Earth.
Part of me is sad about that.
The old me…
Is sad.
The new me…
The real me…
Is ready to fly.
I am going up.
I am rising.
It’s time…
It’s time to go.
It’s time…
