Reality

Fear.
I eat threw it or run from it.
I don't run nearly enough.
I wish I thought of it more in the emotionally rewarding way then the result of getting thinner.
Lighter. Not as bloated.
Blown out like a ballon when all I need is to let out some air.
Fear is the cork I put in my throat to shut my expression down.
Stifling my vulnerability so that I can appear strong enough to hold others up.
At least I'm not staying down anymore.
I lived in a world of lethargic embodiment.
A safe place that no one bothered to look.
Hidden from the ability to respond to people that may judge or ask something of me.
Now I am in the open, arms out, inviting the world into my arms for a loving embrace.
Throwing away fear of someone coming at me sideways.
Standing out, fearless in light of my intuition.
Making a dance of works and brush strokes and thoughts to internet paper.
Speechless to the idea that I might end up talking to much about nothing at all.
Tired of being slave to food that heighten my dopamine and lower my energy.
Things that keep me a slave to cycles that are not serving me.
That hinder my freedom to live within the imaginary lines of childlike dreams that are still very much alive.