Day 1

There was a time when i thought I knew what freedom was

I mean freedom still consists of 2 wheels on an open road

But it can be much much more

If we go back a few years and I think about decisions that were made

I don’t have any regrets except two

Now that statement might sound like hypocrisy

But indeed it is not

2 beings went without

2 beings that embody what freedom is

We were separate as well as the same

They did not know

I did not know

BUT….

We bond. Inseparable beings connected through the fiber within us

A form of freedom consists in our actions. Our behaviors. Our words.

Together we set a path. A road not yet taken as it was just created.

Their mannerisms become mine. My mannerisms become theirs.

We form a gang and nobody will ever fudge with us.

But as a gang. We smile. We love. We exist. We live. Freedom.

Today is the aftermath of day 1.

A man apart. Alone without his gang.

I wait.

I cry.

I smile.

It Just Felt Right

It just felt right.

Like nothing else mattered.

Every day was a new day.

Every night was a new adventure.

The sun looked different.

The moon glowed a different hue.

Words used had different meanings.

Articulated sentences were powerful.

The worlds axis hiccuped.

The birds made love differently.

Television was automatically in high definition.

Mistakes were made.

Lies were told.

Hearts were opened to endless possibilities.

Art made sense.

Books could be read from back to front.

Thoughts were formulated effortlessly.

Pain did not hurt.

Tears tasted like lemonade.

People looked differently.

Stars were shooting often.

Skylines were bright and yet vulgar.

Love was felt.

It just felt right.