Freedom, it's a funny word really.
How can we grant people freedom when we each have our own perception.
To me freedom is just a concept, a place of peace and where my thoughts aren't racing,
Where my mind is quiet.
Something like death.
Many say they fear death, but why would you fear something so simple and inevitable. To some death is just where the body ends and the soul lives on, to others it's like your entire existence just, stops. One day everything is over.
I'd say that's more like freedom than anything or anyone living could offer. For the pain and sadness to just stop. I guess that's what I'd like when freedom decides it's my turn.
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Elysian
PoetryA collection of poetry, written by me because I suck at expressing my feelings normally so I write about them instead. Some maybe long others short, who knows at this point. Updated whenever I've written something.
