Too small this life

Streaming tendrils of my life flow out in all directions.

A quantum entanglement of emotions, like steam from the kettle.

In an endless fire, I stoke the flames with my unfulfilled desires.

Never emptied, never full, every waking moment, a constant shedding of who I was a moment ago, to who I will be a moment from now.

My growth is exponential, it seems to know no bounds.

Fear, alone, holds me back, anchoring me with doubts.

Else I would take flight. Born aloft on the winds of change I would finally be able to release the tension. The tension that has held me together, all while trying to tear me apart.

The gravity of Jupiter that has held me down would no longer have a hold on me.

I would be free.