I picture my thoughts as lightning bolts,ones that light up the sky of my being.They trigger a series of questions that are yet to be answered.
The kind of questions that feed on one's hope and urge to live,leaving them hollow and empty.
They say we are born free.So why are we mercilessly judged when we try to exercise that right?
Why does it feel like we're born caged?
Why does it feel like fighting for freedom is one of life's hardest battles?
They tell you who to love,what to believe,how to behave,and who you should be.
And eventually you become a shell of what you truly are.
These thoughts are like leaches.They suck at my soul leaving it weak and frail.
I bottle up the lightning bolts and obscure them in the darkest pits of my being.
But i can feel them barrel against the doors that keep them sealed,and I start to hear the thunder that wears me out after their wake.
So i do what most people do.I close my eyes so that i won't see the lightning,and cut off my ears so that i won't hear the thunder.
But i can still feel it from time to time.
It reminds me that this isn't the life we're destined to live.
YOU ARE READING
Heartfelt
RomanceWhat you are reading isn't only my emotions or experiences on paper,it is all of yours as well. Each and everyone of you will relate to this.
