Sweet seductively taunting freedom! How you have aroused my interest from the moment I awoken from a tumultuous ridden slumber. With every passing second of every tick and every millisecond of every tock, our meeting became vivid. As I step out the arch way of servitude into the air of the fresh yet overcast scenery, I embrace you with a deep breath. Freedom why do you do this to me. You have become a mental, physical, emotional and spiritual direction that drives me from day to day. Addicted to you I am.
I sometimes wonder. Is the dance in which we are engaged ever going to end? Will i ever grow tired of exerting myself to the point of no longer realizing that i am exerted? Exerted from the almost blind like movements towards any remnants of your presence, like a humming bird tirelessly flying from wilted, dried out petunias searching for nectar. Will you eventually like a orphaned kitten, give up hope and abandon me? Leaving me trapped in a gravitron like loophole, stuck in a cross between a futile sedated stupor and a delusions of grandeur dressed hopeless romantic wearing rose colored glasses.
Your lover is destiny. It too is like you. In fact, you work hand in hand, for i believe in it and i chase you and vice versa. Your offspring are chaos, peace, joy, and loneliness. I am sure there are more. I have had an encounter with chaos the most in my pursuit of you and your mate. It has cast a vengeance over the world like a pissed off demi-god looking for Zeus. It is the disgruntled child that doesn’t want to be like you, yet imitates your practices like a jealous apprentice would his master. The more I look and the closer i get to you, the greater it’s onslaught. It is without a shadow of doubt your doppelganger
How i could confess to you; everything that i have been through for the chance to be wrapped up in you, like that cold, brisk afternoon on the fifth day on second month in the year of the dragon. But you have no destination, because the destination is you. And with that you are in constant motion. Sadly, I am not your first pursuer and i will not be the last. My children and their children and the children will constantly search you out in a different capacity. So as i type this memoir, you like the scent of a childhood smell in my memories, drift ever further. But I will not cease. I can not cease. For, addicted to you I am.