How often does one feel freedom these days?.. What is it? The primeval freedom of a wondering being with no sense of place, time or consequences. Ultimate loneliness, no bonds, no worries, nothing but colors, smells, shapes and desires.
Out in the wild, lying on the back with your eyes closed, warmth of the sun, soft wind, grass between your fingers, smell of earth, a distant voice of a bird, an unconscious smile.
Waking up with first light, touching someone you love, hearing calm breath, feeling her heartbeat, scent of flowers and sea in her hair, taste of skin, falling in a thoughtless sleep again.
Walking streets at night - high, stoned and drunk, laughter, blinking colors, soothing numbness. Faces of strangers, stories and names for a moment, best friend for an hour, love of your life for a night.
Daamn, 'am tony montana high :D
