FREEDOM

My mind is ever open but never read.
It’s always here, waiting for someone to save it from these 4 walls that are the human head, the human heart, and the human itself. The mind is the saddest part of our body. It can never get out, it can never be free, explode from color or run through the forest. It’s always shrinking, contracting, to fit into the walls.
The mind is always unhappy, always tied in. The mind never speaks for itself.

Sad Hearts Cry

And I have this big smile on my face most of the time. But you know what? It’s lonely.