What if I finally decided to leave you behind?
What if you searched for the answers but a single note was the only thing that you could find?
What if you knew that we were coming to an end but did nothing to make me stay?
What if you were one of the many reasons I decided to go away?
What if one day you saw me hanging around, only a corpse of the woman I used to be?
Would you finally stop for a second and pay attention to me?
Would you call to me?
Would you reach out to me even though it’s clear to see
That I no longer belong to you or the world?
My spirit is finally free..
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Do it! Make it happen. Do it just to find out what would happen. Then comment back. Its a bit hypocritical for me to say that since I feel to afraid do it the only I can think of. But hey! There’s wonderful things out there. I lived during three months on the beach in south India, I had no home and barely any possessions. Slept outside in a hammock. That was my perfect run away. I know why I left but most often wish I hadn’t. Away from everyone and everything I knew thzt’s when I felt the most free. You should pass a TEFL license and go teach English to kids somewhere in Asia. That’s the most realistic and secure way I can think of escaping once again. Complete freedom (if there is such a thing, depending on your concept of freedom there might or might not be) doesn’t equal happiness just like happiness can not exist without a feeling of purpose. Although purpose does not bring freedom. It makes it unnecessary, a pretty little luxury.
Surely though there must be some fragile balance that makes it alright not to be free.
Thanks for the poem its great.