For Emma, Forever Ago

I find that when your life is being run for you, planned and controlled every minute, you lose sense of what you truly need, what you truly want.

Every day we learn to obey and follow the light that shines from the torch of our masters. Slaves to the flicker of the line. Resistance may occasionally sprout up, denial and defiance strong in our hearts. Yet, the truth remains, at the end of the day, we are still caged.

Feeling this way is not easy.

But last night I dreamt of home. I dreamt of you.
Then I realised how I'm going to make it out alive.