How To Be Free

Today, I escaped reality.

Feet threaded to the grass, I watched as the sky tied up the sunlight with blue and pink ribbons, carefully dotting the view with platinum jewels as it did so. The day had met its curtain call, and the fabric of time itself was stitched up in my watching.

The breeze stroked my cheeks as I stood, offering the hand of liberation, ushering its release through my skin.

And then I ran.

So fast that it whistled with every tread, like a crowd cheering me forward, as I crunched on the dried leaves in my path and rolled over roots embedded in my course. And just like the empty forest, nothing else ran through my mind.


I came because I’d forgotten how to live.

I stayed because I remembered how to be free.


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