Suddenly, I am not afraid
anymore.

I am on high speed.
Radio is nostalgic
fusing new and old.

There is a slice of moon
stationed in sky,
eclipsed but smiling.

There is one in my heart
riding on mixed beats.

I had not known
that words could dance.
My words are dancing.

I had to go somewhere else.
I forgot my route,
but I am not reversing.

The fearlessness of this moment
itself is so frightening.