Cat Power sings, "We can all be free, Maybe not in words, Maybe not with a look, But with your mind." Why does my life always come down to freedom? Being caged for so long I just want to soar, up and away. Far, far away.
And yet it's with this deep desire to be free, that I realize that even if I didn't want to be free no one would have me anyway. It's like a double-edged Sword of Lonely right now. I don't understand where my place is anymore, or now where I go since I'm free. I've never been free before. Truly alone. I feel like my toes are kissing the Earth goodbye as I fly away.
But I still miss you.
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