I am constantly trying to shut out my inept need to relate and feel. I sometimes think that brutality in itself is a way to love and relate. From personal experience I am determined to outrun the demons that haunt my every desire to heal. Security is a blanket that covers me by blocking out all life and enclosing my heart with its long arms of complacency. Pain is the realization that life is dead. Freedom is a desire to fly with the eagle. It is a desire to spread my wings and levitate above all those that seek to harm. It is an inevitable truth that can break even the hardest heart. Freedom is slowly chipping away the wall I have constructed. Now if I can only grasp at its truth and show myself how strong i can be and how high I can fly. People are as fragile as the sound of a newborn baby. No matter how big we get or how old we feel it is that fragility that enables us desire everything the heart cannot reach.
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