Is fear my living?

I want to feel unattached to fear

Unattached to hollow

Unattached to feeling insecure that absorbs the oxygen in your lungs and smothers your soul till you admit defeat 

Unattached to anguish

Unattached to the imitation of society 

Unattached to violence in streets that creates stereotypes that is presented into the media and feeds off the future

Unattached to control

Unattached to conformity 

Unattached to the intellect

Unattached to students that swallows you like a serpent, consuming the value of being you

I want to feel unattached of feeling lost. 

I want to touch the words that escape truth, the words that grasp attention and meaning

I want the words to execute the shadows that I fear, and cover myself  like a cocoon 

When I am ready to uncover myself, will I be ready to face myself against all of our nature?

Will I be dynamic and accept the ugliness that I have written?