To Be Infinite

To be infinite: When you kiss someone goodbye in the train station, as you cry, you smile, filled with passion and a sense of wholeness… As if all you’ve ever done in life has led you to that moment. Like the first taste of a good drug, what follows is the attempt to recreate that feeling, the rest is a reaction to mortality rather than what you truly feel. And who you truly are is a free bird even if you are confined to your body, your drive, and your socioeconomic condition. The bird that’s free flaps inside your mind. Unbound. Unbridled.

Fly.