go. stop. my life has been predicated on the fluid thoughts of stopping and going. go ahead and judge me. once i meet my maker i will stop going and start going. up to a heaven bound with beautiful, magnificent reunions with my grandmothers, brother, and cousins who have floated away like dust in the wind. one can only hope the wind help settle them in heaven alongside god, the maker of us all. when i go there i will stop for good. hello death, good bye soul!