Jubilant Escape
Jubilant Escape
Oh, how I long to fill these page’s with words, words of beauty, words of grace, words to break me free of the cage society has built around me. Once the last bar is taken away, there will be nothing connecting me to this wretched place. I’ll finally be free to become whom I’m meant to be. I’ll cleanse my soul in the purity of sanity. I will suffocate no more, I will not suffer in a practically unconscious daze. My thoughts shall become clearer as they are no longer shrouded in a vile haze. As night blossoms into day, I will leave behind all the strife I’ve ever felt and feel once more the jubilance of life
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