(no subject)
I realize now that it's been a while since I woke up with you on my mind. It's disturbing. Painful, even. There was a time when all I ever thought about was you. Loving you like I was obsessed, loving you like it was only you who existed. Everything else was a blur.
A part of me, though, feels light and free. Like finally surfacing from a long, deep dive and breathing crisp, cold air in huge, aching gasps. It burns, this sudden freedom to breathe. But nothing else compares to it.
I walk less surely, though. I walk with the measured, cautious steps of an animal let loose after years of capture. I walk as if a bright light was always on my eyes. Everything else is a blur, yes. But now, I can walk into it and become part of it again.
Because what else is there? Freedom is also a cage. What do we ever do but change captors? It was you, then. Now, it is this. Freedom.
A part of me, though, feels light and free. Like finally surfacing from a long, deep dive and breathing crisp, cold air in huge, aching gasps. It burns, this sudden freedom to breathe. But nothing else compares to it.
I walk less surely, though. I walk with the measured, cautious steps of an animal let loose after years of capture. I walk as if a bright light was always on my eyes. Everything else is a blur, yes. But now, I can walk into it and become part of it again.
Because what else is there? Freedom is also a cage. What do we ever do but change captors? It was you, then. Now, it is this. Freedom.