bliss

Shackles and weights and heavy stones in your pocket, pulling with your weight so you trudge your feet, slowing you down until you can't and won't move.

Bliss is when you open the window and jump into the blue.  Just jump, eyes closed, wind in hair, hands open.  There's a moment - fear, pain, something gripping the insides and pulling you back, or trying to, at least.  It goes away.  Don't worry.  Scream with joy, cry with the heart, laugh with love, and don't look down.  Nothing follows because nothing else jumps, and now the rope is loose, falling, gone, and you are gone.  Fly in the blue, and always keep the hands open.