I leap across the open field. I hear them, distant then close. They stifle my freedom. Follow me endlessly To the point of no return. Do they ever tire? They chase me all over.
Freedom is all I want. I search for means of expression. Release. For these experiences, These memories, they strangle me. The only reason I still breathe; A narrow escape when Time catches me and drains my life force.
I breathe. I suffocate. The immensity of pain weakens. Then there is nothingness. I feel them fight while- I, myself fight against those who chase me. For freedom for self.