And from the moment of letting go, your footing will not be easily found again, it always begins so quietly like a soft breeze brushing past your cheek like a just momentary pause in thought
And from the moment of letting go, your footing will not be easily found again, glance away a daydream mild and meek that there’s no thunder, no alarm, no voice
And from the moment of letting go, your footing will not be easily found again, to warn that something’s been undone yet something changes when your focus wanders even if only for fun
And from the moment of letting go, your footing will not be easily found again, it is not a collapse but a crumbling nor a shout but a whisper that pulls like a shift of the eyes like a curious thought from a subtle fog the gently dulls…