I move my hands, slowly.
I feel the toes of my feet opening up, my ankles stretching. Weak knees are ready to support my weight. My shoulders answer the call.
I can swim, slowly, through tired walls, through doors, opening windows.
As from the water of a bowl, poured into the sea, I leave my golden solitude.
Habits, my constant asking and depending on you.
I'll finally let you sleep in a bed all for yourself.
To learn to live.
