Drawn to whatever smells like free spirit, and he smells like one. Or looks like one. Or looks like what I imagine a free spirit looks like.
Drawn to him I see myself caring more about myself, for the good and for the bad. Want better looks, see myself as impossible to look good - how desperate!
Then again, would a real free spirit care about looks, after all?
A free spirit should care about feeling good. And I want to feel good, no matter the looks. Feeling good is not even remembering to consider how good you look.
Thing is I feel like freeing myself even from my self.
I want to feel free to feel: to love, not to love. To go and to stay. To to talk or to be quiet. To share and to keep to myself.
I want to be free not to care, or to care at all times.
I want to be free to live and to die. To jump in the wind and dive into the void.
I want to feel for him and still feel free.
Then again, feel free to love me...
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