i am a dreamer.
i am a fighter.
i'm running barefoot through fields of lavender, letting the rough earth tear at my vulnerable skin, letting the sun blister every exposed nerve, and feeling my heart race. at times i run just for that. just to feel my heartbeat that thunders like the gallop of a hundred horses. i run from wall to wall, like a distressed bird in a cage. i cannot house myself here. i am the ocean. i cannot be contained or controlled. i shall constantly rise and crash upon the shoreline and the jagged rocks, willing them to bend to my will. it's a pattern. repetitive, but effective in the way that it is destructive. i am complete and utter chaos. my thoughts are a hurricane and my ideas are a typhoon forming at the tip of my tongue. thoughts and ideas that cannot ever be fully expelled, but find their way out through the sweat in my pores, the tears in my bloodshot eyes, the cracks in my calloused hands, the screams in my raw throat.
i am a dreamer. i am a fighter.
i am a flame that can't be extinguished,
the ocean that can neither be measured nor contained.