and nothing

I got my travelling kit ready. My stomach is full of butterflies and my bag full of surprises. Handmade surprises. And I'm waiting for the sign to take the jump.

While I am waiting, there's just a deceiving peace. Nobody makes a move and no soul whispering let's go. And still I'm ready. But the lack of an accomplice only makes way for a stubborn hesitation deep down inside. I become unable to go solo and say to myself: go! Sometimes there's no us, it's just an I; no door is broken down, no questioned is answered and you have to be the sign you are waiting for. I have to be the sign.

I look in the mirror and smile, it smiles back. It should be enough, I'm good to go, but wait, I see a flaw in my hair styling, maybe I should stay some more and fix it to look better and my dress could use some ironing too. Ah, the journey is still waiting for ...me, for me to accept all travelling conditions.