Are you to see me here?
I wonder. I hope so to see you. To really see you. And I hope for you to really see me. Maybe you already have. All this time. Or maybe not. I do not have any idea. I hope sometimes, well I suppose I know, that others have minds similar, but I wonder if you do. Maybe it is an ideal I am holding on to, I want so much. I want freedom so badly. It sounds selfish of me when I am afforded so much “freedom” already. But the poor are not free. The rich are not free. Money slaves us all. Society, politics. There is a film over every single person’s’ eyes. I guess money is not the only thing keeping us behind bars. I don’t know how to find my freedom. I hope to learn before it is too late.
Again. I hope for you to really see me. I wonder if you already do.
I want to find freedom, not just for myself, but for everyone.