Have you ever felt trapped?
Stuck in a place, all you want is to break free. It's like a pain, a yearning for something so bad, it's all you think about.
A tightness of the chest.
A want to scream.
But is anyone ever really free?
Grey city, grey jobs, grey faces.
How much do you want to escape?
Is love freedom? Is that what everyone is really searching for?
"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; there is a rapture on the lonely shore.
There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in it's roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more"
- Lord Byron