Late at night, and I feel -once again-like I'm waiting for something.
While I long to be contained, I also long to escape.
I feel like a lion that grew up in a zoo. There's a sharpness, a brightness that wants fly at the world. I don't want to put an apron on it. I don't want to hammer a degree to it. I would hate to smother it. What do I do with it?
Does this make any sense? Maybe it won't in the morning, but I know that these are things I feel late at night. Maybe my dream self figures it out better than I do.
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