I'm sitting in front of a white, blank box. It's asking me for my thoughts. I don't know if I'd like to give them to it. I never really know what it does with them.

I'm here again, but this time I don't want to talk. I don't want to know what happens next. I want to get up and go; I want to move; I want to be a part of this earth.

It is time.

It is time for us to reach out.

I am sitting here, staring, waiting to be alive. Waiting to finally be born again. It is so exciting.

My feet move. My arms shake. Let's dance.