It’s Free to Be Free

I don’t know about you, but I’m not always here.

I am not always here, but when I do come here, it is the best time. It is truth. It is clarity. It is freedom to move. It’s not being boxed in. It’s everything, you know?

And sometimes I have to leave here for whatever reason. I guess I choose. I get scared, and I choose to leave here for whatever reason.

And that’s why time feels as though it’s been so long since I’ve been with myself, because I wasn’t with myself.

I wasn’t here.

So yeah.

This—she—is a representation of finally...

Finally.

Oh God, it feels good to say it.

Finally being free.

Finally feeling as though this is it.

This is it.

This is me.

This is who I am.

This is how I say, feel, think, breathe.

This is it.

And you’re either gonna take it or leave it. I don’t care what you do with it, but this is who I am.

This is who I am.

This is what I speak.

This is how I sound.

This is what I do.

That’s how I move.

And that’s exactly what she is.

She is a pure representation of everything that I was once fearful of, but everything that I am now comfortable in.

Extremely comfortable in, you know what I mean?

You know?

Not everything is perfect, because the world will still world and the life will still life.

But everything is perfect, because the world will still world and the life will still life, you know?

Memories are a beautiful thing.

Memories are such a beautiful thing, because if you ever miss anything, you just think—we can just think back to the time, you know?

But I think that I am perfectly okay with being here now.

Not thinking back.

Not looking too far ahead.

Just one step in front of the other.

The narrow path, you know?

Can’t be that hard.

Can’t be that hard as long as I’m sticking to it.

I’m not worried about anything else.

I’m not worried about the wolves in the woods, you know?

So I just have to stick to my path.

It feels great to say and to see.

It feels great to see.

How about that?

Thank God.

I don’t know about you, but—