repetitive

i wait i wait i wait & i wait. i wait for this feeling to slowly course through my body--course through my veins.

repetitive.

yet i feel so real right now. i see the ocean, sparkling blue and teal currents of not-so-tightly-bound molecules & i cannot help but be in awe of this.

i wish i brought my camera right now. i'd take a picture of what i see and give you this moment.

i'm thinking too much right now.

i'm censoring.

i'm tired of writing for them; i want to write for me. i want to write so i can express this. thoughts like these should not be imprisoned.

& it's such a shame that you only see this one side. it's sad that some of you would not accept the things you do not know.

freedom is not caring what others think of you & screaming to the top of your lungs what they don't want to hear, all the while feeling no remorse, because it's blissful honesty; it's blissful truth.

freedom is truth, & the truth will set you free.

this is not free. again.

repetitive.

but as i near the end of this, i smile at the thought of a place where these thoughts don't exist, & neither do i.