Letting go or letting soar?

The spectators have all left the room and I have no audience left. So? Where do we go from there?
After having been pointlessly restless for years, I am suddenly faced with a strange reality; that of having time to spend.

Does it all come down to a plain question of letting go or is it not really about letting soar,after all? I wonder. Sometimes as you make that one leap at the edge of the cliff and expect to fall, your wings suddenly spread wide open and you reach for the sky - UTOPIA!!!

Another morning in may with the sun and the smell of chacha Wahab's freshly trimmed bamboo hedge. I stand at the door, watch neighbours, acquaintances, friends all go by and pretend I don't hear my own heartbeat. Nothing looks the same in the morning light.