What do I want?
I want to fly. Fly out of this prison that is my mind. Fly out and see the world. As it is.
No filter, no judgement.
I want to feel the pain and the joy of people. Raw and true. As it is.
I want to feel the sun burning my skin while the wind carresses me, my hair floating in the air.
I want to run, scream, laugh, cry. I want to be free. As I am.
"What holds you back?" asked the Prophet. Doubt and fear hold me down. "Where do they come from?" I don't know. I let myself get too comfortable in my own despair.
I want to live. Here, now. And with every breath I take, I want to feel the warmth flowing through my body, like a beam of light, surrounding and embracing me.
Loving me the way I hope to one day love myself.