I was always lost on what freedom and love looked like. I thought it looked like moving away at first, then it turned into just being able to go into town without worry. After that it looked just like a man I used to know, and after he left. I had no idea what exactly freedom should look, taste, sound or smell like anymore. I thought I had everything I needed growing up, and that freedom didn't exactly matter. Why care about it, as long as we were locked away together? Now years and a few months later, I was forced to figure that out. What freedom looked like for me.

"Okay big head." "...Berlin I knowww you not talkin'"