April 2011
2 posts
You.
You have friends.
Compatriots who, despite your wear, tear, wrath, abuse, and jealousy, continue to be a source of shoulders, encouragement, and pats on the back.
A parent who pushes way to far and insults you. The tough love that forces you to prove them wrong.
Natural skills that I can never achieve. The skills that make you such a talented individual.
You have so many opportunities...
I am free.
Staring down the infinite stretch of asphalt
and listening to cars rush by.
Wondering what their destinations and goals are
and if they will ever reach.
I am free.
You suddenly invade my mind
with misery, rue, and malevolence.
You make me frigid
yet I still shiver in fear.
I am not free.
The goodbyes from the curbside;
the hugs from picking a friend up;
the chivalrous motion of...