I can’t breathe. This room is closing in on me and claustrophobia keeps jabbing me with sharp sticks. I can’t fight back in this suffocating space.
The promise of the wind in my hair, the sun on my skin, the warm earth beneath my feet, keeps me yearning for freedom. I long for wide open spaces, room to stretch and run. I need room to turn over an idea, and chase a dream. I want to swim in an ocean of memories, and climb to the top of a mountain of possibilities.
Don’t shut me in. I need more room.