to the impulse to dance,
to the shyness always lurking within,
to your past,
to the taste of cold champagne,
to safety and walls.
to lies, the ones you hear
and the ones you tell yourself,
to the charm of small children,
to the whirl of activity,
or the peace of introspection,
to the journey,
to chaos and maelstroms of your own mind,
to the lure of power,
or the belief you have none.
and only you
My apologies. I had no photographs to illustrate surrender, so I am pictureless today.