she told me last evening over the phone.
i have always been reckless. an unbroken stallion.
wanting to run free and in the wild, even though everyone is trying to help me, even though i am well taken care of.
reckless, breaking through barriers.
the word won’t stop repeating in my head. reckless.
i am shattering images, wanting more than i can have, searching for something.
i am always searching. it’s so tiring. to search for freedom, love, hope, and see people succeeding when you’re–
playing it safe.
but, i’m not safe. i’m reckless. i get bored with myself and rearrange my look. i pump myself full of wise sayings that i tell my friends, but never take to heart. i love, i love, i love, i am filled to the brim of ‘i love you’s,’ i never get to say. i cry, i melt, i’m a crumbling mess of emotions.
and, i’m starting to wonder what happens…when the unbroken stallion…breaks free…