friday is a state of mind and i wont hear anything to the contrary all hail friday
Freedom
Right at the very end,
of a to do list,
so near to the end,
when you can crumple it in your fist…
Breeze in your hair,
sun on your face,
cliffs over the sea…
It feels like starving,
in a weird way,
to have stories trying to work themselves free…
Freedom is a physical thing,
walking away and never looking back…
i went to the home improvement sort
which i disagree with the name of on principle because my house is sweet
but they told me that if i want to be able to free my cat…
Everyone,
a king
a queen
something in between
or neither…
People go to the death,
not, I don’t think,
because they really want to end it all…
Stepping from the nest,
a hatchling, falling, fallen…
The person stood alone in a field. The cliff overhead shielded the tree overhead from view. It was a strange place to be, but it was a place to be…
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