咪芽貓在美國

Once a good friend told me that
he sees me as an unboundable soul
that's always aching for freedom

Although I laughed at his words
I couldn't conceal my marvelment...
how could he tell?

Stunned by his observation
i started to think this over...

perhaps he is right...
and all the time i have been trying to convince myself
it is ok...
i'm willing to be bound by love and care

but is it really?

I am bound
in a way by my family and friends
sometimes it becomes a burden that I can't ditch

However, relationships sometimes become a rope,
wanting to strangle and prison me
it'll threaten me with isolation and total silence
which is what i'm trying to escape from


but then, i will lose my endless chase of freedom
i'll lose control over the true feelings of myself...
making the real me disguised in a mask
living just for others

I try..
running away from all this
to keep the little voice living deep inside my heart alive
I want to distangle the rope
that tightens my emotions whenever they want


So, sometimes...

to be alone is a kind of freedom
no need for pretending,
no need for dividing my heart to others

it's just a little take off for my flying heart
to fly free beyond the clouds...