We're all trapped. Trapped by rules by society. By our minds our fears. Our feelings moods emotions. In the darkness of our own selves going deeper and deeper into the depths and intensity of our souls. We never have enough freedom untill we die. But who knows what it's like to die? I've often wondered. To die but not actually die. Just to have the experience, like many things.
We're all held back by various things.
The question is, when will we be free? Free of the chains that bound us to this earth. That's what I thought of after my friend died. One of the first things.
How can people just die? How can they just go and leave you? To suffer to have pain. To hurt and need warmth and comfort.
Some days it never seems like enough.
"When life hits you it hits you pretty fukin hard"
"Kind word can be short and easy to speak but their meanings are truly endless"
"Don't die with your music still inside of you"
"Do what makes you free"
"I know why the caged bird sings"
"The blessing of the calla lily"
"The earth's beauty comes through the darkness"