freedom is a form of therapy.
or, at least a place that therapy creates.
perhaps the creation was therapeutic,
perhaps it was free.
regardless, the theme never changes.
there is always comfort in trusting yourself to be self sufficient.
at least, for me there is.
when fending for yourself becomes a chore,
it also becomes a routine.
like laundry.
routines conjur rhythym.
self confidence is key.
my mind's windows are always open,
to changes. to challenges. finding news.
although some descisions are rational,
some descisions are strange.
i will encounter new strangers with each coming page.
it is important to me, that i remain unafraid.
preparation can't prepare me for creaky coasters.
i can't find a prescription to paste on a poster.
to prescribe to the world.
an appropriate drug.
assistance in mind's matters,
swept under the rug.
not all of this hurts,
and yet, all of it's vague.
details left out,
i can't share what i save.
discovery has lead me to become lonley lost.
breadcrumb trails fail to show me the cost
of the things that i deemed to be free.
i thought they cost nothing to me.
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