walked on by.

and we walked on by. not knowing and for once not caring.

the things we saw didnt matter at all but in those moments they were the only thing that mattered. the farther we walked. the more distance and time we put in between us the less it mattered. and the less we cared.

we couldnt remember the individual moments. for they had all blurred together. to be lost in the clutter of time and memory. the bright lights and the dark spots were the only interruptions to the homogeneous flow of  our memories.

looking at that mountain every night and every moment. maybe it mattered. mattered enough atleast.

but we kept walking. through time and space. living and breathing.

it doesnt matter but it all matters he said.

but i didnt say anything and we kept moving. always moving. and those words didnt matter.

we needed sleep. just for a second. or maybe a lifetime.

we were going crazy and no one cared. they saw us. transforming from humans to animals. but they couldnt see it because they too were going crazy. we couldnt see it but they were. we were all turning to animals. and all of us unaware of the struggles of others as we all went through the same struggle.

and so we walked on by. the zoo. and we left. not knowing that we were the same as the creatures on the other side of the bars. our blank stares were reflected by theirs.

and so we walked on by.

i care.

i tried to pretend that i cared.

and maybe. maybe for a second there. i did. i really did care.

but then it was gone. flitting away on the ray of sunshine. that one that came in through the window you left opened. carried on a breeze.

i watched it fly away. my care. and then it was gone.

and so i sat. and i thought. and i was scared. because yet again. i didnt care.

and you left. you walked out of the room. and i didnt even see you go.

stark mad.

to truly become the masters of our own destiny we realized that we needed to do something different. we had been looking at things all wrong. and for so long. actually the more we thought about it the more we realized that everyone had been looking at it wrong.

it is like looking through a window. and everyone is staring out into the world. and seeing the world. we started looking from the world back through the window. looking at it from the other side. and that is when things started to change. that is when the colors popped. not just popped but exploded.

we jumped into the air. and we got pretty high. and then we landed. we jumped again. this time we didnt come down. we broke free of the forces that had kept us on the ground for so long. higher and higher.

when we returned to earth. we tried to tell people what happened. but no one listened. they thought we were stark raving mad. and maybe we were.

i had always thought that might have been a possibility. never seriously considered it. but all these people seemed to think so. so it must be true.

i just wanted you to listen to me. the only person i really cared about telling. about enlightening. about looking through the window from the other side. but when i told you. you looked at me in disgust. and that is when i knew that i would rather be stark raving mad.

word on.

the words lazily flitted into play.

and back out.

and before we knew it. the words were gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ahh and then they came back. it just didnt feel right when they were gone. so little control. it really was their will. not ours.

it is inconvenient when you are trying to tell a story and the words keep dipping out. it is frustrating when the more you try and control them. the more they rebel against it. words like humans dont like being told what to do.

words rule worlds.

and we thought we were the ones in control. but alas. we were wrong and i am perfectly alright with that.

word on.

flying.

and when i jumped. i knew that i would fly. i just leapt. he said.

there was quite a group of us gathered around him now. listening in awe as he spoke. we didnt know if what he was saying was true. but it captivated us.

we sat still and quiet. awaiting the next words.

i rose higher. and higher. invisible wings carried me to the moon. he said. and past it. past the moon. to the stars.

i looked up at the stars as he kept talking. imagining myself flying to the stars. slowly investigating the pricks of light that i had born witness to for my entire life.

i saw people he said. on other worlds. in other galaxies. and they were like you and me. and they were happy. and they were sad. they loved and they fought. they were like you and me.

i imagined the people. i imagined them sitting around their friend. listening to him tell stories of other worlds. just like us.

what if he wasnt just making up a story. what if he really flew to other worlds. what if we werent the only things out there. what if there really were other people in the universe.

i sat and smiled. it all finally made sense to me.

and he kept talking. and we kept listening.

and i kept smiling.

freedom.

was freedom feeling the wind your hair. as you rode your bike without a shirt down the street.

was freedom picking up the book and reading it till it was complete.

was freedom getting in the car and driving till you fell asleep. then waking up and driving more.

was freedom saying the things you wanted to say. even if it offended every person around you.

was freedom jumping. or sitting. or flying.

was freedom writing these words on this page at this moment in time.

was freedom a word overused. a word used to bully and bludgeon. a word that was twisted until not even the free knew what it meant.

was freedom when we fought a war that didnt end.

was freedom knowing when to stop. and being able to do it. and what happens when you cant stop.

maybe thats when freedom ends.