For the first time words did not suffice. Not a sentence or any meaningful conjunction of my thoughts could repress this unnatural urge that wants to take over my body and rip me in half. Tear down the walls and shake me down to my core. Allow all the sentiments to overflow. Just thinking about it makes me feel alive. It feels better than this agony of a repressed existence. Locking with shackles my heart in a cage so it won’t break when I've killed it already by taking it away from life.
"What's the point of living if you can't be free?"