What is it of freedom
that I’d yearn 
for 
it, 
while lacking
motivation 
to
act?


I miss the full
darkness
of
night.

Where I am,
it escapes
me 
in 
part. 


There was plentiful
opportunity — 
and 
I wanted
it!

Was that
the
end?

No, I’m 
being dramatic.

All is
well.