WakingUp With @NWCreativeUnion

Travel Letter


The bars that block my view, on which side do I stand?  I see them, watching, coveting...do they realize they are regarding a civilized slave to a society who has lost their way?  Do they realize I stare back, coveting their lack as fiercely as they covet my attachments?

There was a time when fear held me chained.  Those shackles have deteriorated as I shovel the steaming heaps of manure that have attempted to block my path, corroded in a micro-system of shit that has been evolving longer than most of those bodies that surround me.  With courage in my heart, I am ready to fly...but now it is this messed up definition of love we must tackle.

I crave freedom, and you selfishly assume I mean from you.  I crave color, and you somehow think I am faulting you for being black and white.  If you truly loved me, you would let me fly...rather than keeping me as trophy behind the walls of a cage you have decorated to convince yourself of a home.

My own insecurities are burden enough, my shoulders cannot bear the weight of yours too.



Roger has presented us a fantastic video to tickle our muse this week at the NWCU Wednesday Wake Up...and this is how mine decided to dance.