Why is it that when things seem so very very fucked up, that extreme happiness is the cause?
Some things that I have realized… have known for a long time really, should cause me extreme pain, but they don’t. Its more like a mild regret.
I’ve been like a caged animal kept in a warm place in the winter months and fed regularly. I’ve been happy to be out of the biting cold and keep the pangs of hunger at bay, but there is always the fact that no matter what, I am still caged.
Now comes the promise of freedom. With all that entails. Hunger? Exhilaration! Fear? Pleasures! Pains? Uncertainty? Complete Confidence!
Freedom sings to my soul like an old lover.