I remember 19
I remember the ride, the drive, the equal parts anxiety and "**** it"
Extroverted by force,
I remember Chico and the Spice Girls
I remember being random and feeling wildly alone in that

Thinking it would never be me that would be free from the weight of the thick, sopping wet emotional ropes strangling all 4 chambers

Prepare for lift off

Now

I find comfort in exhaustion and peace in introversion as my body is lifted into the air. Soul and spirit light. Tethered ever so slightly to that earth, letting out slack as I go.