Freedom

Do you want to come?
Shall I take you with me?
Can you allow yourself to become lost and drink champagne with the rain?
Hold my hand….
I cry to release the pain
and I write to calm my soul.
My tears will never be silent on paper;
and, like a bird that can fly in the oceans,
with each word,
I am truly…
Free.
It is here, inside the cold, dark, winding corridors of my imagination,
that sparks light up the night;
between reality and insanity,
where I run;
where I dance,
where I dare to dream,
where madness is wrapped up in beauty
and, where beauty is wrapped up in madness.
I always leave the door ajar,
just a little…
you never know what escapes,
what creeps,
what skips and seeps,
what invades the maze of hallways.
How fragile a human mind;
a million threads of hope,
that, words can both shatter,
 or heal.
It can bring a shower of smiles,
or a descending fog of pain.
Do you still wish to come?...