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Sunday, February 1, 2009




How I long to be free. To be free is what I wish for. The bread will have the same ingredients. It will be made in the same manner. The grass will be green in spring and yellow in the summer. The air will be as stale as yesterday. The twinkling stars shining far away to remind us our own humanity. A distant cold light far away often ignore and barely noticeable. Ahhhh, there is nothing right now in my brain but freedom although it would not change a thing. Death is inevitable and the tears won’t stop.

Still, freedom is what I want. What my soul yearns so deeply it turns into a pain that caresses my bones and heart. It cuts like a knife through my gut until it hits the other side. There is a cavity in the flesh that goes into the infinity. It is a wound that never heals. It won’t heal even if freedom arrives. The bleeding will carry on until there is nothing left but an empty vessel.

I know freedom will change nothing. Still, I know that bread will taste sweeter. The grass will look as emeralds in the dirt turn into amethysts. The sky hue will be more beautiful and the air will feel crisper. The tears will be less bitter. Freedom is eternal and those who obtain it transcend with it.

The stars are powerful and beautiful suns. Like our humanity, they are pure energy. All the stunning, warm light cannot be hold and must be release to faraway places. It is a bleeding that must continue until there is nothing left but an empty vessel. Sometimes I wonder if the stars looked at us back and wonder about the beauty of those tiny dim lights.
Life is the same whether or not I am free but the meaning of everything changes when you are free. How I long to be free. To be free is what I wish for.