Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Decisions for things that have not yet arrived... ...

Decisions for invisible, unpredictable, random, perhaps even unforeseen circumstances.

I am afraid.

You're like a hot air balloon, still tied and firmly attached to the earth by a thick rope.

But the earth is getting loose with each minute the balloon fills up with steaming, searing, almost incandescent hot air. Like someone feverish with the anticipation of something new.

I want to be inside the hot air balloon, I want to be in the basket and rise up slowly exploring the whole world with you.

It will be fun, and exciting and mystifying, I promise.

But I touch the balloon and quickly draw back, my hands are too hurt and burnt. Its too hot. Its almost unreachable.

Untouchable, almost?

The earth beneath the hook cracks.

Its time. The thick rope is released, with a premeditated motion, almost cold and emotionless. Its been done a lot of times. Its just another cycle.

You rise up slowly, leaving the earth... dizzy with excitement, ecstatic about the new world.

Meanwhile I'm still grounded, firmly rooted. I call out your name. You hear me and reply, but your voice is now drowned out by the noisy, burning rage of fire.

A tear rolls down my cheek. Its warm from the heat of the hot air balloon. It tastes salty. A quick shot of reality hits me.

Am I destined to be on the ground forever?

Should I go back to my roots?

I know deep down I really yearn to... I dream to, long to, crave to. But I'm afraid. Of the whole world.

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