Freedom is a suit of armor the world won’t lift a finger to help you put on.
It’s having the strength not to stay, but leave.
It’s making the choice, and not being labeled as cruel or cold because of it.
It’s holding someone’s hand in hell without explanation.
It’s not saying ‘it’s not you it’s me,’ but saying how things really are.
It’s not making compromises, but living in the world you alone created.
It’s never surrendering your beliefs, not even for the greater good.
It’s taking risks, giving into temptation, and saying no as much as saying yes.
It’s not having to explain yourself, or experience regret.
It’s an art, it’s madness, it’s chaos, it’s hot, it’s light, it’s intense, it’s heaven, it’s hell.