Posted

Mar 21st 2005

Mood

Confused

Music

Silence

True freedom is not having anything left to lose.

Do you believe this? I certainly do. You have nothing to worry about. Nothing to care about. Nothing left. No fears. No more losses.

You have nothing left to bind you down.

That is true freedom.

I have things to lose. Now. One year since I've lost everything that I held dear to myself. I've got a reputation to lose. I have /reputations/ to lose. I have my lose friendships to lose. I have my sanity to lose, now that it has been returned to me. I have my life to lose. I have everything to lose.

I have almost all, and yet I own nothing of myself. I'm a prisoner of war, a captive to some unknown dictator.

And I'm the dictator. I'm suddenly afraid to die. Suddenly afraid of so many things.

It makes me tremble.

And I'm still confused.

-Fire