The freedom, running wild threw the cool smelling breeze. Never wanting to return. To leave home forget the past and only live for the future. To run with the wolves or fly high with the birds. Escaping the endless pain that is called life. Which is only enjoyable as a child.
The adult part is not all what it's cracked up to be. You have no freedom. You are a slave not by choice that's just the way the world works. You must have a job or can not eat, or have your own home.
Life is cruel yet beautiful all at once it makes no sense to me. I just live not on auto pilot but not how I thought it was going to be.
~Erica Jones~
