Sovereign

           
          I want to run through the streets yelling and screaming at the loudest possible noise my lungs can create. 

          I want to trip, fall down, and get up bleeding as I walk away crying, tasting the salted tears quenching an endless thirst for happiness (joy), inhale the sky and world around me, taste the fresh dew of days upon the leaves and bows where peace exists in the discouragement of rebellion, and words aren't said but sung slowly, seeping, slipping into my ears.

          I want to watch the lights flash by from the endless row of cars on a road headed somewhere without destination.

          I want to fight and tear the stars from the heavens, skip them across the sea of countless faces full of gloom and vacant of hopes.

          I want to slide across the fields of infinite emerald blades where memories stain and count the days where once love flourished in the site of friends smiling.

          I want to bounce across the aisles of gripping tile and rush through buildings touching everything, anything, knocking down and pushing things over, spitting on doorsteps to escape the trap-like hinges of normality.

          I want to taste rain slurping inside of my eyes and then dance across the tip of my tongue with blood dripping down my chin, across my shirt, and discover a hiding place other than inside these veins.

          I want to fly through alleys and dark causeways splashing through puddles of anger while breaking and smashing glass bottles sipped by alcoholics unknown.

          I want to scurry past every image painted and hung in the firmament, burning them to the ground and bury myself in their ashes.

          I want to listen to the murmurs of the wind (life’s secrets), and jump amongst the clouds fishing for the sun only to dive down into an ocean of thought where I catch myself remembering, no, trembling between a forest of figures fretting, fixing, figuring and swim passed them without worry.

          I want to crawl beneath rows and hedges, the walls and fences put up to keep out and knock them down with harsh kicks, violent thrusts, and brutal blows to keep moving

          I want to trade every inhibition for satisfaction and grasp that unattainable control where freedom exists in disobedience to things false, incorrect!

          I want to sit and ponder without interruption, lying soaked in pain, sharing it with you, a tasteless flavor disregarded by all, unkempt and weary, cognizant yet shed and cast off like things humped along.

  I want to savor contentment in these wounds and leave the world twirling as I escape into distances untouched where reveries blanket my every thought!