Following freedom

the clouds are my freedom.

I chase the white pillows as I count my sheep, before my evening slumber I concentrate on the rolls of smoke counting them, number by number.

I sometimes The idea of abundant weightlessness is heaven at this point. People are raging with confusion, while collateral damage is a label given to them at random. A Decrease hope increases as the fight continues. The politics talk about freedom but am I really free; time has play such a role that we are bylawing our time, making it impossible for whole to respond without a delay

But why waste time if you’re always late

Being free is by definition ones homeostasis and environmental consciousness it’s almost unheard of yet always expected

No one lives for free if it’s free