liberation notes

scary, isn't it?

the way our minds shape us, and vice-versa.

but do we really have the power to change our thoughts? isn't the world around us who decides that?

i keep on wondering what would it be if i actually changed how i think and see myself. how would it be if i had the power to escape and set myself free? it feels like the closer i think i am to finding freedom, the deeper i drown in an ocean of sorrow and shame.

i wish i can close my eyes and escape. i wish i could strip my own body off and just run and run and run into whatever my soul is drawn to.

i used to love writing but now even the worlds fail me. the older i get the more i hate the details of being me. don't get me wrong, im not sad but not happy either. i feel something in between that i can't even find the words to describe.

i really wish i could run, run far away.