i stand here at crossroads wondering which path to take. none take me to freedom, none give me the space; none make my heart soar, none bring me the peace.
everywhere I look I see expectations and rules. breaking them is chaos and staying with them is suicide. have not had a day when i could tell myself that all are safe and stable, all are steady and capable; all are happy and together. i cant fly, my wings are clipped; every little feather that regrows is clipped ruthlessly, albeit unknowingly.. in the name of love, in the name duty, in the name of bonding and respectability.
free me and let me be, free me and let me fly, free me and let me soar, free me and let me try.
words that envelop, encase, sometimes shroud, explicate, elucidate, accommodate,alliterate all that is life. Even silence is nothing but words muted to silence.... soaring the horizon. These words are me; i am the words.
