17 year old me
I was torn into pieces by life, and by trying far too hard to live it. Craziness took it's weighing toll on me, as did my living not truly free. And as I broke and cried, I asked to be really, truly free, not here trapped in these weird, invisible tethers. Feeling lied to by those who taught me to never lie my whole life, and all I felt I could do was collapse and cry. But still, I have to live life still, have to got to work, and so, bundling it all deep inside of me where they can't see it or find it or feel it... I leave, to keep those commitments. A day flies by fast, fast as rainstorms come, in this summer heat and when it came time for me to leave that place where I work, the rain poured. Biking with a soul so heavy, weighed down by all those things I'd stuffed inside. I stopped for a moment at the top of the hill, and saw to the west, clouds, dark and grey. Majestic and strange, beautifu...
