FREE...

She broke open her thoughts, removed the barriers, the dark wooden doors that had always told her what was reality, what was truth, were cast aside. She was free. She was in cascading thoughts, jumbles of moments that coloured in past and future, that flicked through lives lived and imaginary, of life treasured and dismissed...but she was free. Others would see madness, others would see a pitiful unravelling of the mind, but she would feel the sigh of letting go. No more clinging to an unremarkable reality, no more locked doors and focused goals - now there were angels and divine breath, now there were skies expansive and life lived fully. Soon she would die, she knew it, the world knew it, the cosmos felt it and waited. But she would go willingly because for the first time in her life she was free. Her mind had unravelled, her thoughts fractured, but her soul had skipped a beat, and that skip was the sign we all wait for, the permission to let go, to stop pretending that it all made sense, that there was a mission, that life had meaning and purpose. She was free at last.