Freedom

Sometimes it seems that the freedom is sense of cool blowing wind. Let it be cool blowing wind! This freedom... But we search for freedom when we have something to get rid off. I would like the air around me to be hot and stuffy. Then the freedom would mean for me running barefoot to the kitchen, touching the cold tile with the feet, cutting some peace of lemon and putting it on the tongue. This chilling acid, cool and tart feeling running in goosebumps through all your body, like freedom, like cool blowing wind. Not enough freedom? Yes, the last thing to do is to fall down on the cool bed with cold, icy-cold bed-sheet and put your cheek on the chilling pillow, absorb yourself in that cold blowing freedom, feel all your parts falling apart together in a million cool peaces. And understand - this is your moment`s freedom - the sense of cool blowing wind. Think of more freedom for you, for every moment of your life... maybe you`ll be free in some different sense?