Where I find freedom

I find freedom in the wind

In the bite of cold air and the gentle tug of my hair.

I find freedom in fallen leaves

The scrape and crunch underfoot.

I find it in the words I think and the ones I write

But rarely in the ones that leaves my lips.

I find it in the birds overhead and dirt beneath my feet.

I find it on solid ground

In the water

And in the skies above.

But I never find it standing still.

I find it in movement and whispers

In the rustle of life.

I feel it in the crackle of a flame and the spark that ignited it.

I can hear it in the deepest silence

And a screaming crowd.

It dances and weaves through the air

I can find it with the music turned up and the door shut

Laying flat on my bed or jumping like a maniac.

My freedom is a shapeshifter.

It bends and changes

Taking the form of all this and more.

My freedom will keep on moving

And so will I.

X

Hello,World

Last one for tonight and this one definitely came a lot easier than the others. Hope you like it!

Good night, World

Until next time, Quill x

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