Free Will, Beautiful!

Intoxications. Some transient. Some soul searing. Some fancies touch you for a spilt of a second of a light year. Some last the whole length of it. Intoxications. The toxic. The elevating. They reveal. They hide. You.

The mind. Revolutions that go around thoughts, dreams, desires. Oh, the beauty of an intoxicated mind. And the sheer evilness of it.

Free Will. The drug that gets me high. The free will to stay chained. Chains that bind one soul to the other. Chains that get stronger by the passing second. Company in misery. Company in flight of happiness.

Be Free! Be beautiful!