LET ME LOOSE.
Let me loose. Let me go on my way and let me reclaim my sanity in all its glory and all its wonder. And all its hallowed grace. Let me loose to live again. Let me give up the ghost of expectation and vibrate innately with the remnants of a time that was and a place long gone. Let me loose to fixate on the beauty that is pain and the beauty that is heartache. Oh wicked and foul soul, do allow me to sit atop the pillar of solvency and glow with the warmth of the tide of life. Let the raindrops trickle on down and pool at the core of my soul so that my root might be enhanced, so that my sacral might churn with lust--once more. Let me loose to pilfer ancient dreams and cast away the demons of short sight. Let me loose to walk among the dead and sate my sorrows with stories told and laughter bellowing from other worlds and murky depths. Let me loose to go against the grain and wash my curiosity down with the dregs of birthing pains. Let me loose to lose my way again and again and again and again. That I might live once more.