Who would have known
That the things we held so true
Were the things keeping us apart
From the air
From the sun
From the flowers that bloom
And who is to say that the flowers were truly beautiful?
For none of us have nearly felt the wind between our finger tips
No absolution.
Just trapped in the cave and staring at the blank wall we've always known to be truth
It's awful
It's sad
It's life

If this is life
Then I don't want to know the rest.
The need to be free kicks in my soul
Screaming for me to move my legs
To act out
To dance like a fool
To do something.
And I think that is the most beautiful unsettling emotion that one can ever ignite in their bones

The will to live.

And so drag me
Drag me out of the cave that has held me captive for too long
Make me cry
Make me hurt
Make me scream past the capacity of my lungs
For then I will learn that I can withstand all
That I am strong than so
Because this cannot be
The cruel end for me.