Liberated lovers

There is a freedom in not being something or someone

in not belonging somewhere

and in not being attached. 

There is a freedom in not loving you

in not belonging to you

and in not caring for you.

It is the same freedom that makes me wander, 

seek, and renounce. 

It is the same freedom that makes me wander,

making me a slave-

who helplessly seeks and renounces

This freedom dances in the gaps 

between my dagger and your heart

and it enjoys our relationship, 

our longings, and our unrequited love.

This freedom relays messages of love

of truth, of longings

to distant lands of Blacksburg

through trees and dreams

It is the same freedom that becomes your lover. 

Belongs to you and is attached

to you 

I am that freedom. 
And my Master is not my bondage.

 

"I let her sleep. It is the most beautiful awakening ever."