An Open Letter

miles to go  before I sleep.
miles.


An Open Letter To Myself:

I know the next few months will bring very real change, much of it stressful and uncomfortable to make. You have made decisions with consequences and entered into agreements that extracting yourself from will prove costly and debilitating. Nonetheless, real change necessetates painful and uncertain moments of duress as tithe to the altar of freedom.
Freedom is expensive but remember maintaining, it requires innumerable "no's", yet only one "yes" to vaporize.

We have seen the other side. The grass is not greener.
We tried to work in the hive.
It is as we feared.

Now we must escape back to the place before all this.