As I write this I see empty walls staring back at me.
Tiny little eyes where nails hung memories.
I tried to donate everything in the closet.
I hope I get back my security deposit.

But I suppose security isn’t the point anymore.
As my excitement grows like empty space on the floor.
The comfort of my surroundings peels away like chipped paint.
Time to see what the walls really look like.

Perhaps I forgot to stabilize the ladder as I focused on the climb.
Now I realize the only currency is time.
Tomorrow takes place on a sunny afternoon.
Now my nights will be filled by Señorita Moon.

My future is a blank canvass, I refreshed my heart.
This was all introduction and now the story can start.
Now I have time for everything–that is, except fear.
After 28 years, I’m finally here.