“Say you addicted to the streets, than why you give your freedom to police.”

Free. Free thinker. Free to dream. Free to pursue. Untethered from what this world thinks I should be. Free to express true thought. No longer suppressed by the crowd that could care less. All this time spent thinking I had to fit in this box/prison they created for me. Dumbing it down, wearing this hot mask, hoping that just maybe I’d stay liked and secure my spot. Denying the fact that my vision took me further than just the next city over. But no more. The chains are off and I’m running, full speed. Free. Free to think. Free to dream. Free to fly, this is why.