Consequences, repercussions, expectations, and … bindings.

I wanna be free, the sort of freedom?that needs no earthly presence.

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Right now, water is going through my throat, relieving while suffocating, and the air is going?through my lungs, detaining my torso.

But I wanna fly, in a way?the entire universe?wouldn’t?approve.

Such freedom is only affordable to the dying and the old … like the?inky secretion?dripping through the veins of the death, and such thoughts can’t to be spotted by the mortals ... those deterring spells that huant and murder.

But what if, I allow?it, this always-been-there, this succulent sort of … displacement, to flow.

It feels like, nothing in the world, ever, is for me, where head is toe, and toes are … incessant snakes,?crawling towards different directions.

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Let this be my burial, a burial I will readily attend, where I will solemnly swear, and let the curses of my words be the compensation of my childish speculations … of a world of love.