I will finally have the time to
tell you everything, one day.
i live in the past not by choice,
maybe a misguided sense of
self, or an inability to deal
with the loud noises in my head.
it was not long ago that i was free,
but i wouldn't know freedom if
that's all there ever was.
just please give a bit more time.
one day.. i'll be waiting with the key
in my hand, and the cage will
unhinge. oh how i can't wait to
see you, smell you, feel you.
one day...