I yearn to be left alone, forgotten, adrift in the middle of the ocean with no rope to pull me in the direction of the next expectancy. I wish to forget that I breathe overpriced air, that I t is a burden to eat and drink, use, discard, toss, waste, knowing that I am never free to own without bying or give without selling, even if there was no intention of selling on my side. I am not even given an honest choice. I am chained. Somebody once decided I am less important than they were, and that is why I do not make decisions, not even ones regarding my life. Especially the ones regarding my life. The only freedom I am given is that of feeling. And it is precisely what prevents me from attempting to break these chains. I am unable to hurt those that hurt me, even if they were aware of hurting me. I am but a slave, partly of my own making. So I will continue to obey, and if I am very, very fortunate, I may, in time, become numb. Until then, I choose to be lost in the middle of the ocean of candy and fairytales. It is what we all do, after all.