I’ve been sitting here figuring out the right words to say, the right angle for the wind to pass by for the right touch of inspiration.
I’ve been sitting here caged in Locke thinking about the mysterious ways that imprisonment leaves me happy on the inside.
Odd wouldn’t you say? That the heart’s wants becomes needs and are intensified the longer it’s kept away from what it oh so desperately needs?
I don’t, it feels likes that way everyday. You stop thinking about the pain and find different ways to write, read, dance, sing, laugh at all costs do , Do, DO!
Because you cannot cry. There’s no room to wallow, swallow the pain and walk. Walk on.
There was a very temporary feeling of happiness, it seemed like such a lie , a gust of fresh ocean air in a desert, a password remembered on the last attempt, When I saw your message.
The tiny circle with a ‘B’ meant .. it meant I wasn’t caged anymore.
I found a way through bitten fingernails, sweat soaked back and furrowed brow to finally see a letter of alphabet that came from you.
All the while I lay caged in Locke , reminiscent of those letters.
