Unnamed

The breeze whispers through the ears of thin air,
caressing with its subtle hands the sullen faces of the oblivious souls
trickling steadily down a familiar concrete Amazon.
Feet patter as minds wander,
wander to a world more wonderful than that the feet will ever set foot.

A world where unimaginable colours glisten softly,
as though reflecting the delicate eyes of an angel, an immortal body,
a content and quietly existing being.
It is more, more than just a colour
as here, every person is more than just the merely mortal label slapped upon their set-out lives and supposed liberty.
Hopes and dreams dance through the air like blossom
as the wind tosses them gently from life to life, willingly and deservingly.
The atmosphere leaks the sweet reek of simple, burdenless delight,
muskily masking the horrors of how things were,
or how things are,
leaving a silky trail of escape for anyone willing to follow.

I follow, letting myself wander through the depths of unknown destinies of a perfect future, of a life incomparable to the oppressive and suffocating control forced upon us.
I glance backwards to the taunting faces of an unrelenting society,
head tossed back in cruel laughter,
rotting teeth to the heavens.
This is my past, my present, but will not be my future.
The victimizing of individuality, the quashing of creativity, the greyscale of modern life…
and an unlikely temptation to which I will not succumb.
Turning around, I look forward and smile.
I take the vivacious hand of freedom, love, and emotion and tread slowly,
but not cautiously,
forward, alone.
Alone but not solitary.
Alone but free.