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.
A thousand thoughts pounding into my head ALL THE TIME.
Whirring past at a million miles per hour.
Filling my head with noise.
The world makes it louder.
Scene One
(Stage)
(Dr. Snowday sits in her chair, wrapping tape around her wrists.)
Dr. Snowday: Actors and Techie, start the show!
Sometimes I wonder about the person I seem to be.
Is she truly me or someone else entirely?
Is it real or just a mask?
And if she's just a mask, then who am I?
Am I surrounded by lights?
Or shadows?
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