Leave it.

All.

On the floor.

The paper.

In the gym.

Your heart.

For something.

Call it craft.

God given ability.

Muse.

Destiny.

Just go.

In the direction.

You get pulled.

Go go go.

Just fucking go.

Why you resist?

Why you wait?

Why you doubt?

You know what to do.

You know where to go.

Create something

you are proud of.

Something you can

show your kids

one day.

Just go.

Start.

Make, build, craft, create, cultivate, imagine, spell, write, say, ask, do, GO!

Ask the eldery.

Really listen.

Have that uncomfortable conversation.

Face it.

Your death.

It’s why so many don’t talk about loss and grief.

They can’t handle their own mortality.

Go figure.

You will die.

Just go.

So you can die.

In Peace.

And no one has to wish it to you after your passing.

Because they know.

You left it.

All.

On the floor….