I would imagine freedom, if it existed. It’d be like
teardrops that descend in reverse. If they move upward at ease, then they truly
know how to live freely. I’m stuck in this prison of gravity. Stuck to forever
follow the whims of human expense. I’d like to feel and experience what is
impossible. Breaking away from the pull, which keeps this reality existent. To
feel the deathly hollow void, which we, humans, call space. To me it’s not a
dark-filled dimension, but rather a true enigma of liberty. No restriction,
just free body movement. Now only if this would be tangible. No matter the
distance, the restrain and limit is forever intertwined with this dimension. Like
water is to fish, or light is to plants, life cannot exist without the
provider. The chains that drag humans to the surface act as the provider. It
purposefully limits the capacity of what human can do physically, because
whatever superior Being that created us, humans, did not want for us to
overcome. If this Being truly exist, then it is It that acts as the limit and the
provider. Trapped forever in the reality, we call life. However, in the mind I
am free. Imagination is the third dimension. It is much like space, but is
stuck within a humanly force. In my dreams, I can soar with no direction, and
climb mountains from off-planets. If only I can live my life in a dream, where
limitless possibilities reign, then I would not live humanly. What I truly ask
for is to be a god. That’s why you cannot live a life in dreams. Gods have that
power, we are in their dreams, so we are not gods. Forever locked and have no
power to control. I would imagine freedom, if it existed.
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