If Only..

    Freedom. Space. That is what everyone is craving for. Nature; Independent and free; Acts on will and thus so beautiful. So Breathtaking. And as true and kind it could get. That is what freedom does. Instills life in mundane proceedings. To be able to branch out; or set and rise at will, dance with the wind or break down and drop like an autumn leaf. No questions asked, no judgments made and no expectations to match up to. Only cherishing the changes and adapting to them. Attaining the stability to act on impulse and be accepted. This is exactly what she is struggling for. freedom. Space. Naive Impulses. And no questions asked. No judgments made. Acceptance.

        Bound by indifference. Bound by work. Running on a spindle like a mouse. In confined spaces she fights to feel; and to feel for him, free from him. She wants a shout out, and no judgments. If she could only step out from behind the spotlight. If she could only muster up the courage. If she could only master her heart or the world. If she could live out with the crux of her being. She craves being looked upon, cared for, accepted and overlooked. The ravenous stares that pierce her back with judgments have to be vanquished. If she could only build and destroy as she pleased. If she could only feel for him, free from him.

                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                            - ThatGirl.Again