I wanna run away, to the cool and shady forest; away from sentiments, long enough
for them to be forgotten;
away from people, from purposelessness,
away from mediocrity, away from the heat;
away from this unnatural food, and unnatural buildings.
I want to run away from the chains of society, away from my
clothes.
I want to carry my ideas only, and those carved in my skin especially. They weight nothing, and yet they are the
heaviest things I could carry.
I want to start anew.
I want to run wild and free.
I want my feet to become rock hard and my muscles as stiff as I
could get them to be.
I want to swim in icy cold waters and climb so high I can hardly breathe.
I want to hunt because I have to.
Why does it always feel as if I'm late?
I was so eager to live once, and I finally I've been given the chance, only to fail and stay within the walls of a comfy shell (that surely is not my own), dreaming, forgetting, recalling, crying and back to dreaming...
I want to scream so loud, I want to cry and laugh at the same time
without a cause.
I want to dance to the moonlight and sing the song of the woods,
up from above the trees.
I want to live forever. I want to live free. I want no limits.
I want to return with knowledge, I want to always be there, and
prove myself capable as I think.
I want to have the courage to leave
and look back, without regret, and then look forward and see everything
clearly; because I can't live dreams so blurry and unknown to me.
I don't need a guide, nor do I need someone to make me see. If one saw something- I would see it too. I will get there on my own.
I want that, so bad.
I almost forgot how relieving it is to write. A mental orgasm, or rather a throw-up.
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