grass
i felt the mist on my face this morning after i was released and it felt better then anything, i can feel the wind on my face, i need to go to Ireland and run through the moors and meadows and feel the green grass beneath my fingers i am out of place, i am a celt through and through i need to be free so badly. i feel like a hawk with a broken wing, i know how to fly but i can't. I hurt so.