Freedom

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Freedom is a piece I wrote to describe something that I yearn for. And I am not bonded by any materialistic influence or any person. But I myself have set my restrictions for myself. And this is how I visualize the word "freedom". I hope you enjoy it! :)

Submitted: January 07, 2015

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Imagine;

A bright blue sky. A clear one. One that is so clear you can see through it. No clouds can be found. Not even the wispiest clouds could create darkness. The sky is the bluest of the blue. Not even oceans or blue eyes compare. You truly get lost in it.

And a wide, open plain. Field maybe. With the greenest grass you've ever laid eyes upon. Your eyes wander to the edges of its endless horizon, but yet, can still not grasp what is beyond it. 

A slight Summer-like breeze blows all around you. It wraps itself in you, not letting an inch of your existence be missed.

Silence fills the air. No outside influences disturb the serenity of this peaceful land. No chirps or sounds. Just the wind.

No one, but you. Placed in the center of this valley as if it was made for you. You feel the grass clump together under your bare feet. It does not crunch. You inhale the sweet air of this unknown place, and exhale, letting all of your worries disperse with your breath. You look up and become completely engulfed in the longevity of the scenery. Slowly you close your eyes, inhale again, and exhale quietly. You gradually raise your hands till they are parallel to the terrain, releasing your fists into outstretched palms.

It's as if time stops. 

This is how I describe what I yearn for. Something that seems unattainable, but lives inside of me.

This place may not exist. It may all be created within the depths of my subconsciousness.

But I know it is important to me.

Because it defines what I want. And what I dream for. 

Something that I have wanted but can never receive through presents or gifts or travels.

It is an abstract concept.

It slips through my fingers like sand slipping through an hourglass. 

It is water that drips from my hands.

It is an impossible place that no one can venture to.

A place so dear to me no explorer would dare trespass.

A place where I am who I am.

And desire what I desire.

A idea that will never be obtained until the moment where fate meets destiny. Where the two collide.

And when they do, when my time upon this earth ceases, I'll know that I've achieved what I have come to want.

And what will I have achieve then?

It's so simplistic. The words itself expresses relief.

Freedom.


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