raw.
a blank piece of paper.
an empty tumblr.
sometimes, you can have so much freedom, so much flexibility to do whatever you want and rather than feeling free, the space that was SUPPOSED to give you liberty is actually…
imprisoning.
because not all prisons have bars.
some are empty canvases. some look like mediocrity and consumer based mentalities.
some look like broken homes and relationships. Others, look like a quiet kind of desperation taking the face of contentment and satisfaction- the face of men who accept very passively someone else’s dreams only to turn their back on their own.
i think turning away from your dreams is to turn away from God.
unless you dream of having superpowers or something totally out of the question like that. it’s gotta be within reason u know?
i dont know what i should post up? my response to certain events? thoughts on my mind? opinions? how can i post up what i am right now? is what i write what defines me? is this even possible?
sort of.
no matter how much i pour into this, it will never culminate into the complete picture of who i am. this tumblr, this blank piece of paper, this diary (for the girls), this journal (for the dudes) or whatever you want to call it.. it will never capture more than a glimpse into the soul that God has handcrafted in me.
and that’s a little frustrating.
it’s imprisoning.
but at the same time, it’s so beautiful.
and it’s so freeing.
i know why the caged bird sings.
