Freedom is a concept I think about often.
A concept I don't really understand.
Yes, we have it.
But it often feels like we don't.
How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?
Trapped in a world that claims I'm free.
Trapped in a world that carves me into pieces.
Trapped in a world where I have to smile, have to be "The Little Ball of Sunshine."
I do try to feel free.
But I just feel trapped.
Posted in response to the challenge Emancipation Proclamation.
Experiences.
They're a gift all on their own.
Spending time with friends, laughing and talking about stuff that doesn't even really matter to anyone but us.
Immersing myself in a world of roleplay, where I'm whoever I want.
Because of these things called phones, those of us born in the digital world have far too large receptors for dopamine.
Miniature computers, larger dopamine receptors.
Harder to get content and joy.
The old hay rake stands alone, all but forgotten.
The trees tower over it, youthful, green, and most importantly, remembered.
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