There’s a thin line between what I’ve lost and what I’ve never dreamed of obtaining. In the mind, the color blind is freshly dissolved, the eager menace is a true bird who’ll conspire to none but will suddenly break the silence of those who dare to speak, with their lips well sealed. I walk. Through many shades of gray I walk and dance alone, speaking honestly to myself, waiting for nothing to detain me but the fear of not living to see it coming true.
Is it much? To wait?
Is it even harder to wait in silence in the hopes someone will listen to what I have to say inside of my mind? It’s a crime, yes indeed. But the demonstrations have pursued me, the readiness in which it dismisses my commands is undoubtedly absolute. I shall run free once more, walking and dancing alone. Living in my head, bathing in my heart and then finally sheltering myself from harm in your bosom.
We shall be free.