hindsight

to be simple.
to be free.

to be young.

to be sure.

to be still.

to sit and breathe next to someone who loves you.

i was so naive.

its an itch that i just cant scratch.

its a bruise that you keep sticking your finger in

its a scab that keeps getting ripped off.

i dont quite feel like im living in freedom.

i dont feel like im living into Your freedom.

i dont think you would call this freedom.

its either smells, or sounds, or places, or stories, or people...but one way or the other, i continue to feel the echos of a life past that seems like someone elses.

i dont get it.

i havent been getting it.