80/twenty

The mood word tonight is elevate.

Lifted.

Up.

Am I Icarus?

No.

I don’t think I’m free. Or boundless.

That’s not my delusion.

A simple reprieve.

And I know it.

Unshackled from a watchtowered mind.

That still watches.

Unshackled for good behavior, perhaps.

But not, really.

The mind does no favors.

Its grip eases only as it secures itslef.

Like we share food when we hunger not.