I OWN MY FREEDOM.

Selfie and freedom

I have my freedom.

But I wonder if my freedom is also my biggest fear.

I know it to be my biggest prison and … No!

Not really.

I’m not just lonely.

That’s the term and the price to pay for….

My freedom.

I have always pioneered being alone in my quests.

How can I now be moaning and tearing up ?

 

I’m not just at the end of a long journey.

I am tired.

I’m desperate.

I’m desperate.

I’m desperate.

It doesn’t matter what I used to.

It doesn’t matter what I used to be.

It doesn’t matter what I used to do.

It doesn’t matter what I used to feel.

It doesn’t matter what I used to achieve.

 None of that is a reality in 2019.

 Now it’s capital CAPITAL letters and they spell: DESPERATION.

 But nobody – not a single soul – will ever believe me.

 They all think it’s yet another act.

 

And (who knows) it might be?

 I own my freedom.

And since my freedom has me, we will disappear into the beyond and just stop THIS CLOCK. STOP THIS TIME !

STOP THIS HORRIBLE DESPERATION !

 

Gerald Thomas

NYC February 7, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

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