Freedom is to have, not own.
It is spending the night with you and
just waking up to mornings of goodbye.
Freedom is the gift of choice.
It is to continuously seek
only to discover that there will never be another you.
Freedom is infinite perspective.
It is the fidelity of the heart
notwithstanding the sins of the flesh.
Freedom is to embrace reality.
It is holding on to memories and
eventually letting go of ties.
Freedom is forgiveness.
It is finding one’s own in the
liberation of another.
Freedom is love.
Freedom is you.
*some old stuff, random writings in lonely coffee shops.