But then.
We stopped running if we didn't have any place to go; we stopped climbing if we thought we couldn't get any higher. We didn't apply to Columbia because we thought we couldn't get in. We abdicated the throne ourselves, took the crown off, placed the crown down, and stayed in one place. We were sold the promise of satisfaction, we wore the clothes of contentment, and when we were hungry, we ate, and then we weren't hungry anymore.
We fooled ourselves into believeing we had to have something to discover in order to embark upon great search. We fooled ourselves into believing there had to be music if we wanted to dance. We threw on clothes in the morning and tugged our shirts down over ample bellies in the eyes of lovers. We came home not because we wanted to exhale, but because we figured that was the last place to find on earth.
Desire for the sake of desiring. Want for the sake of wanting. Go hungry for the sake of feeling something. Get lost. Strip yourself to the skin, brush lightly against the dip of your stomach, the arch of your back, the mystery of your neck. Be familiar with the terrain of yourself without getting too bored. Leave the clothes on the floor.
Feel without reason, fuck without explanation, search without objective, create without models, write without outlines, love without conditions, read without page numbers, fly without crash targets, sing without sound, fall apart without tape, laugh withough jokes, live without design.
Wake up to a life you love to live.