The unattached
Is fear my living?
I want to feel unattached to fear
Unattached to hollow
Unattached to feeling insecure that absorbs the oxygen in your lungs and smothers your soul till you admit defeat
Unattached to anguish
Unattached to the imitation of society
Unattached to violence in streets that creates stereotypes that is presented into the media and feeds off the future
Unattached to control
Unattached to conformity
Unattached to the intellect
Unattached to students that swallows you like a serpent, consuming the value of being you
I want to feel unattached of feeling lost.
I want to touch the words that escape truth, the words that grasp attention and meaning
I want the words to execute the shadows that I fear, and cover myself like a cocoon
When I am ready to uncover myself, will I be ready to face myself against all of our nature?
Will I be dynamic and accept the ugliness that I have written?