Freedom

And in this beautiful melancholy of ours are dreamer days and voyager nights. As often as , growing up without ideas orphans people , growing up within them , orphans them. I have spent years lying next to masks and caves and cloud covered anticipations, it all just wants release - a liberation from invulnerability. How strong is too strong ? If growing up isn't about falling in love , i don't know what is.

Evy Hammond said that "god was in the rain", but i think god is really in vulnerability. Diamond armors are home bred militia that are efficient and ominous - but , they don't work for free. Memories i've gathered , friends i have known , rooms full of emptiness and faces have come on the days my private army of salvation has been on a break. Wanting to grow up is an unnatural act - Pain isnt a sensation we warm to ever , and thus our desires are subjectively rooted in a constant state of "youth".

freedom often means allowing an uncontrollable variable to affect your objectified system , that is well controlled and measured in small emotional fragments. Understanding is a luxury only afforded by the absence of matter - and even in those empty spaces a chaotic storm wanders. Who really wants to be free ? none of us , the system gave us birth , in its warm overpowering presence lies our only apparent path to redemption.

And yet so many vacant paradigms , just waiting for appreciation , ghost promises made about a life full of variables and an understanding almost alien to us. yet somedays, when the ephemeral shadow of vulnerability eclipses our social normalcy , you get to stare at reality , albeit through subjective lenses - but in those few moments of naked, chaotic, variable intense conversation : you are saved,
Forever.