I screamed.
Yet no one heard through the motions of their own day
I cried out for freedom
But was stifled by the pressure of four walls closing in on my creativity
Expression relieves the build up of every day life
To silence that?
Well, that would mean drowning in the sea of thoughts
It could mean being anchored to the mundane when I was made to soar
It would mean…
Isolation
The created completely closed off to the Creator
I need freedom.
Most of all, I need Him
I must escape
Crystal Writes 