There is so much to say, but no one to hear.There is so much to say, but words fail me.
Like flood waters waiting to burst the dam, so are those unspoken, unworded feelings fluttering to break open the boundaries.
Like bright flames of fire, waiting to burn its confines, and step out.
Like school children waiting for the bell to ring, to jump out of their classes and rush back home.
So is something within me, urging me to free myself of imaginative boundaries.
The Vagabond 