Gathering thoughts…
every one i see talks about how essential freedom is. how it's what our soul craves. truth is, freedom has a price. hell, everything has a price. we're born when a mother pays the price of pain. to have something, we must give something. i have never felt so free and yet bounded. you cannot leave who you are at home. hell, what is home? its in our insides and it could take…
to my little birdie who i lost a year ago. you left me like breath leaves a body. no goodbyes. i remember the day i found you. i remember how i told you to stay and fight. i told you, "just keep breathing". you held on for 5 days. i remember the first day when i woke up and opened the shoe box home that we built for you, your mouth open - crying to be fed. you were alive. the…
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