Freedom has come knocking at my door. Freedom has presented itself at my feet. Freedom is laying on my lap. I snatched up the freedom and put it on. As soon as the freedom was on, the bands of restraint remained. Freedom and restraint entertwined in eachother. Both growing deeply connected to the other. Why must freedom have constraint with it? With great power (freedom) comes great responsibility?
If i were a tree, i'd be some form of a willow. They are tall and sturdy, yet sway with the wind. They are beautiful and graceful and yet they possess a cold hardness. They can be small or they can be gigantic. Which form am I? Tall, sturdy, beautifull, gracefull, and small? Swaying, cold, hard, and gigantic? Some of both? How bout just a tree? Just a tree with all the qualities of a tree? A willow tree. One that won't ever be chopped down and made into Toliet Paper. Toliet paper round around a card board tube. Toliet paper put into a large sack with lots of other rolls of toliet paper. Toliet paper that got bought. Toliet paper that got taken out of the giant sack and thrown into a differant kind of sack, a bag. Toliet paper that got taken out of the bag and thrown back and forth from person to person. Toliet paper that in the end, hung from other trees. Toliet paper that dangeled in the wind until the person who lived with the other trees in their front yard came out in the morning. Toliet paper, that, when cleaned off, got thrown away. Toliet paper that would never again know the form of a beatiful tree. Yes. I will be a tree that wont get cut down. But where is the fun in that if i cant change form and become something else. Now that is the question be a tree with the four changing seasons or toleit paper?
I want to make a sandcastle.
