Free writing

In writing I’m free, I’m happy. In touching this keyboard and letting my colours flow free over the screen, that is when I let go.
The very moment I loose control, I let all go free. The rainbow sets out with no beginning, no end no pot of gold, just a journey in a never ending maze of what some people would call a soul.

Sitting here in my car I live, I’m free, thinking of all the blue moments of pink and the rainbow on which they fly, with rain with sun, with clouds it all comes out, meaning nothing to some, misunderstood to others, and Chinese for some.

I don’t care, I’m free, I set a step a new era as it were. To talk and think freely with no wrong, no good, but just share and be yourself, no masks, no hidden words, and love. A discovery so unexpected so wonderful, so meaningful. So small that it’s big.

Being happy , just happy