I find no description of free that surpasses my own experience.
I’m sure there is no freedom outside of the cerulean blue forever outside of my window-
Resting carelessly on fluffy white duvets daydreaming in present tense with no one to share and no promises to keep.
I am lost in the now, free to explore matters of mind whether inner or out.
One more to my bed, would be a cloud to my sky, would be a care to my mind.
There is no freedom that exists outside of the soft touch of my bed caressed by the warm hand of the sun reaching in through my open window today.
