There is someone else living inside me, sharing this skin with me. But you would never know it. I want to let her out-to feel the sun shine on her face, to dance in the fervent wind, to know the taste of freedom lingering on her lips. I keep her in chains. In a way, she frightens me. She is so passionate about life. About injustice. About love. People wouldn't like me very much if they knew we shared a home. Slowly, she works for her freedom, this indentured servant of mine.
I wait for the day she finally overthrows me with joy. On that day, when I escape the prison in which I have locked myself, not even gravity will hold me down.
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