a man stopped me on the street today, leah.
he looked homeless. he asked me how my
day was going, and it wasn't really going well
at all (i'd found something of yours in the back
of my closest and i had to resist setting it on
fire). i told him i was fine though, and i asked
him how his day was going.
with a smile, he said, "i am doing terrible i lost
everything. including the woman i love, but with
that, my boy, comes a terrifying reality. you are
free, you are alive, and you are breathing, and
you can do anything you want, and become
something you'd always wanted to be. you are
so terribly free."
am i really, leah? am i free?
