" ribs are the cages for the restless heart. "

was what was plastered in my mind that night. my mind was awake while my body shut down. it dawned on me, that my heart really was a monster, making me feel these destructible emotions. usually, i would try to change my train of thought, but it obviously stayed as is.

as a child, i was told to always be creative, but never so much that it hurt you in a way. but never so much that it would hurt others in a way. but never so much it hurt me in a way. yet, i neglected that rule, my artistic wings yearning for freedom. i began to have a dose of what my recklessness was like, and ever since, the taste was on the tip of my tongue. then started the urge for more and more, and soon enough, i had what i wanted at the cost of my own being. neglecting the advice that was given to me as a child, i wrote with my soul and the tears that streamed from my dark brown eyes colored people's heart. what i did not expect was, it would break mine.

i now understand that because of my carefree actions, that i brewed and will brew up events of dangerous drama that costed my life, should i continue this path. the burdens are a reminder, the memories are the abuser, and i am the victim as well as the attacker. i need to free myself from this. this pain.

thus i write this section of my story. it'll guide me threw my path of cutting my chains and releasing my wings.

so good luck to those that have followed my path;
good luck to those who seek redemption,
and good luck to those
that are ready
for the freeing.