Short Stories & Such

Freedom

Freedom is not getting out of the hospital, or even school. Freedom is not so simply your parent or anyone saying yes.

Freedom is driving the car as fast as you want, as you can maybe, feeling the wind whip through your hair. Watching your clothes turn into such beautiful waves that the ocean would be jealous.

Freedom is sitting in an open field, watching the wind blow the grass and the leaves softly. With a book in one hand and your favorite drink in the other.

Freedom is laughing so hard your tummy aches. With your parents, your best friend, your significant other. Hell, even your neighbor.

It is singing in the car, as loudly and as terrible or great as you can. Messing up the lyrics on purpose or on accident.

Its eating your favorite type of ice cream and making a mess of it. With sprinkles scattered across the counters, chocolate syrup everywhere, on your face, your hands, the handle of the spoon.

It is watching the sun rise through your window, on the nights when you feel the most sad. When you feel as if you were a paper doll, made so very fragile that if anyone were to hold you, you would crumble.

It's going for a run for enjoyment. No pressure. Just running, your favorite songs playing through your headphones. Or maybe just listening to the world go on around you. Hearing the birds chirp, the children laugh, the cars pass by.

It is realizing your importance and worth in this world. It is feeling the ice that once encased and covered your bones and your beautiful heart, melt. It is falling in love with life, over and over and over again.

(Via thisunbreakinggirll on instagram)