I could be free

I am free.




I forget the option of running away.


I forget not caring, indifference, truth, honesty, contentment, joy, your voice and the words you've spoken.

I forget.




When I remember, sometimes, when morning hours creep around the corner; I remember, I am relieved, I breathe again.

I remember you and I remember thoughts, dreams; I remember the wall I'm supposed to climb... when I'd much rather stay in bed.