Freedom

Wed, 08/07/2013 - 11:39 -- kev005

step out of comfort,
back in comfort.
hide behind awkward slurs.
mumble words.

talk to walls that have never understood anything they’ve heard.

repeat a day that has no meaning,
thats left me empty with a constant feeling.

and it is all wrong.
everything.
from the moment i wake up to the moment i fall asleep.

my body is flailing, uncontrollably moving.
still my mind wanders, partial freedom, i find it soothing.

and i step out into open air,
but its so different, i grow scared.
so i hold my breath as to not breathe in,
slowly suffocating from the freedom that i thought i had wanted.

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