The Departure

The clock turns to a memorable hour and in an instant I am left with these wings of flight..With a stride now a hop, a hop now a drift, and a drift now my only sense of reality, what will soon become of these impulsive curiosities?  Bright eyed and blind I am consumed by the thought of sight...by the thought of satisfying unconscious cravings that have led me exactly to where I've come.

An old tattered journal with room left for thought now holds the only words I've left for you....

Come along, it's time to go.