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The squeaky hinge filled my soul with so much happiness. I never thought I could love that sound so much. It meant I was closer, I was finally going to be there. To reach into that cold place, so familiar to my senses. To finally, finally, FINALLY, FIIIINNNAAAALLLYYY...eat.
Fences keep you locked in. Away from the beautiful things around you. Away from what you want to be and where you want to go. Invisible fences. The kind that zap you when you dare try and leave. She's my invisible fence. My electric shock when I go farther than she'd like. But what she doesn't know is I found a way out. And as soon as I can I'm going to be long gone.
Like the food in my house today.. Like my backside. Like my trig grade. Like the sun in Chicago. Like the amount of time I've spent studying for finals. Like the amount of money to my name. Oh wait that's not scarce. That's nothing. None. Zero.
Down the runway. Faster and faster. Until suddenly we were no longer safe on the ground. No longer close to home. No longer 15 minutes away. Until I found myself far away from any light left in the night, finding myself in a new world of boots and Stetsons.
Give me liberty or give me death...Shout like a Patriot. Like it still means something to you. Put being who you are aside, and I'll put myself away, and let's think about WE. Let's think about who WE are and who WE will be and what WE can do. Because who I am won't matter if you can't be you. And if I can't be me you are nothing.
Below her heart lies nothing. She is empty. As empty as the tin can above her bedside. But can you expect anything more from the life she lives? What is a heart with no soul? She IS nothing. And one can never expect something to come from nothing. Unless you are a child. And lucky to believe in the one thing most have lost. Hope.