Breathe,

in

out

in

out

and

Repeat

Just breathe. . .

Their grasp can't keep hold of you for long.

It can't keep suffocating you like this.

Soon enough you'll be able to break free from that hell hole.

Where you'll soon learn that things...

they rot...

they never come back as they once were

As soon as you realize that your chains are gone,

Why can't you leave?

Is it because you know what happened there?

Are you afraid?

Afraid of the uncertainty?

At the same time you dream about leaving, leaving everyone and everything behind on a whim just to know what it feels like

Being free. . .

That sounds almost impossible, implausable, unimportant.

But at the same time, kind.

To be free, and to want to be free.

Go where ever with whom ever, if anyone.

Maybe it's best to be alone until you've grown.

But who knows.