I guess it’s February 5, 2020 

and this is a stream of consciousness…

 

I feel good like a bird that’s been set free from its cage

I feel free

Like floating over space

Over time

Taking a really good look at what I need

To See

Smiling at that benign indifference

I feel good

I may not necessarily sound good all the time

But, I feel good 

Somehow

To wake up in the morning and just be 

Me

It feels free

Like I can spread my wings like that bird

Like that bird metaphor again

Because that’s how I feel

Like I can touch the sky and fly

And stretch

Stretch

Stretch

Never reaching the sky

But i can try

Feel free

Wake up

In the morning

That’s how I feel right now

To feel like me.

 

Me.