Critical Intersection. pt 1

The Turning Point.

This must be what it feels like to walk in full sunlight. To talk, without reason to filter every word that undresses itself from behind a cautious tongue. I’ve never lived a life where I have been free to unleash the thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, that I had, for so long, choked on like ground pepper. Running on fumes: chemical combinations of hollow conversation, prisoner to the life I lead. But now, my lungs are clean. For the first time, I breathe easy and laughter drips down my chin like syrup. I used to believe that the words in my mind were too deep for my mouth to dig up. Here, I can open my skin and let the truth pour down my arms.