The meaning of freedom for one person is vastly different than what it might mean for another.
freedom is a corpse
freedom is a fly in a kitchen trash can freedom is a turtle on a hiking path freedom is pierced nipples and painted toenails freedom prayed to Jesus that her legs wouldn’t cramp while sitting in meditation freedom is cruising LSD on E Look! You see freedom passin the blunt? freedom looks like what you didn’t think you wanted and never expected you had freedom listens to the headlines and whistles while she walks to work freedom sees eternity in the rear-view mirror I peered through the bottom of my whiskey sour glass and saw freedom walking out the door and then, I caught her reflection in the mirror above the bar she must have noticed me staring cuz she shot me a wink just before disappearing alone into the cool dark night freedom is the deceased a corpse, dressed in leggings and a cami
I brought you this box of leaves. I know it isn’t a special occasion and you weren’t expecting anything. But, I had this box, and I thought it would be the perfect size and shape to hold the gift I wanted you to have.
I know it sn’t wrapped. I didn’t take the time to add any bling – no swag to brag about. Still, I thought it would suit this occasion.
And see, I hand picked each of these leaves that lie here so serenely in this old shoe box. Some I chose for color, the perfect mash-up of summer to fall – still sporting a green smidge at center and blooming out to the edges with campfire yellows and reds.
Leaf as fuel Leaf as covering Leaf as shelter Leaf as beauty Leaf as me
You took the closed box from my hands tentatively pried open the top and peeked inside as if you feared its contents
You smiled a sly smile upon seeing your gift and shut the top back quickly after taking only a snippit of a second to admire then looked down at your feet
Leaf as comfort Leaf as sponge Leaf as warmth Leaf as art Leaf as you
You looked up at the sky and watched the leaves twirl down and catch a breeze falling gently to touch the earth
and you said this is a shoe box I was expecting shoes
Leaf as love Leaf as faith Leaf as spirit Leaf as conscious Leaf as us
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