I don’t have an answer. I don’t have a dream that could remotely set free the hurt that keeps me trapped in a place that I cannot name. It is myself. It is my cage. I have put myself here. I have allowed you to put me here. I have made a choice. I have allowed you to choose for me. When many times I did not know that a question was in front of me. Confronted with reality- I am afraid. That I must abandon you and your love. I am afraid that I must push past the gilded bars of safety. That I must make choices that are reckless and untamed. I could, I suppose, stay here. But where would that leave me in the end? With no one to blame for who I have become and what I have done but me. And gravity- of course.