Ice Blink

None of these words, these sentences, that i write, make sense.
None of this has one general meaning.
Because it is only lines scraped onto shreds of life, by this grafite that I hold in my hand...

Right?

But no...

Falling, flailing, screaming towards the ground.
Seconds from breaking, crashing, cracking in a mound.
Bass strings plucking, strumming, chasing the rythme like hounds.
Violins creaking, snapping, moaning in sound.
No end, yet found

Freedom.

It can mean so many diferent things,
to so many people,
and to every single one it might
mean something different.

It could mean having the 
wind in your face
whipping your hair,