I read to write poetic dreams.
Breaking rules isn’t as easy as it seems.
I break and brake, while escaping this box.
On this journey of self discovery –
I realize I can do this alone…
Outside into the universe is my true home.
I am tired of feeling restrained –
I will just take off.
Taking off because I want to finish where I left off.
This time, no more modes of pride.
More complete honesty and less lies.
These are more poetic dreams, it seems…