But in life, no one is spared, no one is let off the hook.
Those buried sensations had to come out,
be felt, addressed, and lived through.
Despite being quite content, I still have a longing for freedom, and it seems that desire has become my cage. I don't actually even realize what I am specifically missing, or what it is that could make me whole once and for all. But something in me calls out to be aware. I have become parched in the desert of apathy, and thirst for an oasis forever out of my reach. And while my highest aspects hunger for freedom, so too my basest roots thrust outwards and strangle any hope that might be left.
