Remnants of that life often still haunts me. I don’t mean to sound anti-religious and stand fervently against other beliefs. It’s just that I want so desperately to find myself somewhere within this pool of guilt and grace. While I walked this life with the best of intentions, the pressure to do right comes with a price.
I’m I selfish to say these words out loud? Is it truly beyond my control to ask for my freedom? Or do I go along keeping all this to myself, while wearing a smile? I sure as hell wish I had an answer. I mean I am blessed with the freedom to express my feelings at least on this screen. But beyond that I live within these four walls in which I'm confined.
Time is a luxury I can no longer afford. So while I sit here typing away, the world is moving on without me. Life is moving without me, as I sit here isolated and alone. I know I should be grateful for what I have (that’s what God would say). But I still want to feel the touch of true emotion. Love and respect given without strings or demands. And the simple passion to just be myself.