25 February 2012
One day I will be free from this spell. I know it in my soul. Some depend on the brain for these poems, but I just keep dreaming as my soul flys onto the paper and when I am finished I have the blindfold taken of and I gaze at the words for hours, yet I don't read a word. I just hope one day, my dream of being free will be true.
Freedom Without Words • Opuss № I