Where are you? You who would shy away from even the tenderest touch of my eyes. Where are you right now? Are you somewhere near me? Can you hear me? Would you like to tear me? I do not think it was ever an aspiration to be a pain, to be the name for what ails you, to be the voice that fails you.
A dream was whispered into my ears before I’d learnt to be afraid, before I’d made acquaintance of my fears, a dream, quiet like a seed, dug deeper into my heart and grew upwards, towards the sky, blisswards…
Free spirits in moonlit nights, wandering shadows, fiery lights, ripples of laughter upon a quiet lake… invocations… rhyms…a spirit wild would find me then and I’d shiver with the excitement of being alive! awake! Amused… a muse’d ride my breath, inwards… rendering me free…
How I wish to be fearless again…Where are you? You who would shy away from even the tenderest touch of my breath?
Story Of The Footloose 