Hot Air Balloons
I know something is being shown to me, discreetly, subtly, indirectly. I know this, but I cannot guess what it is yet, that something that is being shown to me.
I know how it feels like. It felt like I've crossed a point where a loop is being completed. A perfect circle. Albeit small, but the loop is finished. Time to move on. Start another loop. It doesn't have to be big, everything started minuscule. Like atoms.
I know what I need to feel now. I need to soar and surrounded with warmth. I have the warmth, all I need to do is let go of the sandbags, the baggages that are holding me back, and rise.