To leave behind my old skin. My old thoughts along with everything

else. It used to be done quickly and faster. But as time drips by…

the effort and process is longer. My nimble movements are now slow.

It’s somehow easy to send all my mental baggage to the edge and

beyond my neurons at the back of my head. Good thing the brain has

a magic carpet. Currently, I’m at the base of my torso. Next, shall

be my waist and legs. Need to trim my toenails…they have been

piercing the walls of my old skin. I don’t feel fully comfortable but I

guess it’s part of the process to reaching liberty one more time.

I’m thirsty and dizzy. Need water and a drop or two of honey.

I’m almost there. The air feels fresher. My lungs are getting full of life.

I’m reaching for a gentle arm to hold me for two seconds while I gain

my full standing composure. Once done, I shall be on my own again.

Thank you, Gods.

EO