the shower has been a place of solace for me for many years now it is a coffeehouse for the freedom-less.
my personal philosophy over the years has been more about what freedom is than personal identities. unless being a self-proclaimed thief of oneself from time to time counts.
freedom has been many things to me it has been unattainable and simultaneously a promise of the future. it has been a mindset. it has been a commodity. it has been my exploitation. it has been the removal of people from my life.
but now it is different. I am an outright criminal now for having completely stolen myself, i think i have chance. i have a strong, fighting chance. am i entering the promise of the future? and is that future one in which i am free?
more analysis is to come, but it seems that i ought to work on my philosophy on personal identity first since i have won personal identity in this promised future. perhaps having an identity is freedom
fun to reread through all my other poems and see how freedom is a reoccurring theme