They say to take baby steps.
You have to learn to walk before you can run.
 

I don't want to run. I want to fly.  I want to soar. To fly away from the amount of guilt resting on me. I want to jump away from the expectations of all that you want from me. I wan to be me. I want to fly away from the desire, the lust, the need. I don't want to sit here,..

Of course I can't fly. Instead I fall. into a spiral of desire. 

Lust.......               Love.....                    Life....                 Death....                  Click....

How strange the innocence around me is. How naive and wonderful it seems. To not be burdened with the weight of words. The grief of a struggle.

I WANT TO BE HEARD.

I WANT TO SCREAM TO SHOUT.

TO CRY.

I WANT TO FLY. AWAY FROM HERE.

I WANT TO FLY ! ANYWHERE!

I JUST WANT TO BE FREE.

OH GOD HELP!

HELP ME PLEASE..

Of course no one hears me,

 Oh how strange... oh how strange the innocence of sound  is thrust upon me.