Freedom

Freedom of thoughts,

Opening of the mind.

The pulses of my neurotransmitters,

sending signals throughout my spine,

from the top of my head,

signalling the universe.

The monotonous tones,

that try to invade the creative drive.

Set me free from negativity,

that tries to bind me and chain me to the gates,

similar to protestors making a statement.

The colours of my aura forever changing,

from sky blues, to sky reds and yellow in between.

Non static or stable,

my molecular structure,

is nothing science has ever seen.

Creative solitude,

a square with round edges,

I am undefined by nature.

A freedom that made me creative....