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Freedom '16.
I don't want much.

Freedom from these people.

Freedom from having a fucking heart attack whenever I hear them climbing the stairs

Freedom from the feeling of dread every time my phone rings and it's them.

I feel their menace and viciousness all around me.

Freedom from worry, freedom from doubt. At least for the foreseeable future.

Somewhere else, someplace good.

Where I can wake and fall asleep feeling a modicum of contentedness.

To be free to help others. To devote myself to their cause.

To be free of pain, to be free of sorrow.

To be free of these evil, corrupt people.

Free to live and free to love.

Oh god in one fell swoop I want so much to be free.

I'm so close.

I'm so close.

I don't want much.


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