I often feel a strong desire to set free, to run off, to explore the unfamiliar realm of tranquility.
I find myself helplessly cemented to the ground, only able to reach my arms out a short distance.
That urge to liberate fills my soul, bringing chills to my surface that dance around my spine.
The sensation of a word on the tip of my tongue screaming to be ripped off.
I’ve been sitting in the far back becoming familiar with the dampness that surrounds me.
Beginning to grow new life on the stagnant surface. Shades begin white that soon darken with every layer that forms.
I’ve grown to love the view, while naive curiosity filled my mind.
I reached my hands out and saw between my fingers broken pieces of the world in the far distance.
Drawing me in with it’s hypnotic beauty. I feel the colossal world hovering over me as it tickles my skin with it’s eyes.
Viewing me as one with the ground. Cradled by the cocoon that consumes me.
Impatient with the duration that it takes my robust wings to break through the indestructible home that surrounds me.
The sun cues the same routine, while the moon brings me to this life I dream of.