When did I allow myself to be bound by these social chains? When did I allow myself to complicate my own simplicity?
I have stopped myself from being able to sit by the window when it rains, and to read books I will never be tested on. I have stopped myself from being able to paint without a point to prove or a message to send across.
I want to go back to those days where I could wake up slowly without having to rush from place to place. I don't want to be governed by the small and caged restraints of humans--time and money, and artifice.
I want to be.
Boundless. Reckless. Infinite.
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Poetry'do you suppose she's a wildflower?' // a collection of scream, free verse and generally loud poetry from a quiet girl.
