Freedom is like earth to the shore eats away, becomes part of mosaic tiles of all everything pieces in every flavor no not humans not there but anywhere I can see the perfect one it is for me cut me loose and like a bird released a messenger to the wild listen to the fragments, light and air and cold and trees what are they all? They are free: free from the burden of choices, which slowly erode never showed the passion in a moment's pass barely contain my enthusiasm