I don't know when it started, but I feel I'm a prisoner. I am chained to my responsibilities, put behind the bars of expectations. My being yearns to be something it is hindered from becoming. And I feel my search now is not so much a love that makes me happy, or makes me complete, or understands me - but a love that liberates.
This is the theme of my life right now: The search for liberation, to be known for nothing else but by who you are, to be loved so effortlessly, so completely.
I know where to find it. I'm just waiting to be released. Or then again, maybe I'm my own jail warden.
