And we were absolutely free.
There was no hassle.
Not one invasion of my personal space.
Utterly liberated to do or say or think anything.
This was ludicrous, this oppression.
Even if it was imaginary.
Like the twisted stories.
The rage and the craving for injustice.
Let the crying river fill up more.
Its banks will be overwhelmed by the surge.
Emotions cannot contain the tears.
They must flow, yours must flow.
But these eyes are bright, they sparkle.
They care less than they used to.
They mourn no longer.
They see visions, the colors of the future.
