Posts tagged freedom

We’ve been waiting for you.

At first we weren’t so sure, but now that we’ve seen the resolve in your eyes it is certain. You are the one we have been waiting for. Not that you’re special - you are one of many, but we wait for everyone who we feel a connection with. The thing that pulls us together is that we are all oceans apart.

You offer a cigarette to a homeless man and he tells you that voices speak to him through the pavement. And you tell him you hear them as well. You wonder if he was rejected from the same place you are looking for. But he fell before we could catch him, we couldn’t break his fall. There are some who get caught in the between, shadows of their former selves unable to break away from the silhouettes of silence that envelope them day after day. He tells you to have a nice day, thanks you for the cigarette and settles back down on the pavement. For a moment you are tempted to join him there, just to stop for a while and gather yourself together. But you move on. There’s something pulling at your stomach that you cannot explain or resist.

We’re waiting for you.

I don’t see the point in trying to sleep when there’s a rave going on next to my flat. I’ve put my headphones on at top blast and the beat from the band still buzzes through my floor. So I’m writing. 

I’ve got this funny feeling in me tonight. I’m missing home. That never happens. I feel like I just want to fast forward past the end of university right to… I don’t know. I feel like there’s a part missing and I’m not sure what it is.

I don’t like this kind of uncertainty. I just want to get away from everything at the moment, I want to be in the middle of a beautiful countryside, next to a river, with nothing to bother me except the breeze that will lightly mess up my hair. I want freedom from whatever is holding me down. The only problem is I don’t know what my captor is yet.