I think I’ve broken it; my life. I scribble my desires all over my face but no one seems to take the time to read. I spend my days clawing up this great infested urinary tract of an existence only to slip back down to the bottom as I day dream of something better. I day dream all the time. That means its broken right? My life? It’s not truly supposed to be this way is it? I’m not supposed to be lesser than the sums of my parts…right? Am I truly supposed to be confined to this crude box proper misconceptions doomed to a scripted life of imbalance? It’s broken isn’t it. Freedom is broken. Those red and white flourishes on the American flag are prison bars aren’t they? Just like the words printed on this diploma. What is life without it? freedom I mean. What is life without the inkling that today is going to be better without any preoccupations with yesterday or tomorrow. This is like trying to eat a steak with spoon, what a horrendously arbitrary endeavor it all is. But how do I fix it?