we are conformists.
each one of us.
do we not see how we suffocate ourselves to death.

i lie still on the green grass.
my feet embedded in the softeness.
i watch the tree covering me.
i am in hiding.
i am hiding from me.

under my canopy i am free.
i can breathe.
i can feel the forbidden emotions rush through my blood
i sense each one of them.
i can taste the unforgivable thoughts.

oh! the beauty of freedom.
makes me wonder...
what if i could breathe without  without fear.
what if i could walk and not be afraid of where my feet take me.
i do wish, all was not forbidden.
i do wish to not conform myself to this world.


i pray.
the grass reaches over and covers me.
a camouflage.



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