Why stay, when we can fly away?

Barcelona, September 2012
Sad faces.
Pale faces.
Dreamless gazes
Into the future.
I. You. He. She. We. Rupture!

One, two, 3
Thousands and millions
Going around
Numb and directionless

Look up, down, around
Pause. Stop. Look in. Question!
To the unknown
To the risk
To letting go
Of trading security for discovery
We look for light
Of trading security for happiness

I. You. He. She. We. Rupture!
All can
But few want

What is [] intention?
What makes [] happy?

What stops [] from it?
Go. Do it.
Take the ride
No ticket needed
Just you
And the world

A bird rests
So the bird can fly away...