Freedom is a strange concept. Everyone wants it. Our hunger for it consumes us, until we live for nothing else than for the day we can finally say; I'm free. But what I've come to realise is that once we get it, once we break these ties that bind us, nothing really changes, it doesn't really make us whole. Some can't even handle it, it's just too much to bear. The intensity with which I linger for seasons past, extols my every thought to the stars and beyond. Freedom, as you'll all come to know, is just another word to mask the bittersweat truth that nothing will ever turn out the way we hope...
Now it begins. The real deal. The last song has been sung, the last dance has come and gone, now the long haul begins. In hindsight, it was perfect. Unanswered questions, burning desires, the truth unveiled - all the components of a great play, of a great life. I have a flare for the dramatic, I admit. But all the things we didn't say, I didn't say, are about to burst out. I deserve better, I know that now. I deserve people who take the time, who don't hide behind meaningless words, I deserve people who care...
I remember how you used to say that wherever I would lead, you would follow. We lost our way, despite out inability to comprehend it. We are disjointed, a fractured picture of all we used to be. Can you feel it? Can you finally admit it? We were one, now we are lost, lost in the desert...
