The bars of my enslavement of the yesteryear have been long and gone. Wings have liberation have sprouted and I have never felt such a sweet breeze of freedom gliding across my face. The joy that springs forth from the depths is unlike any other. It shoots higher than any mountain and scatters to the four corners. They say a new chapter is blooming. There is no doubt and no lies behind the claim that any aniticipation is greater than kings. If I could live the life now instead of waiting a few more days, I would sieze upon the chance and bind it to my soul. All in an instant, I would grasp it and let no other threaten its existence. Such is my relish. I have a hope that my bliss will be unparalleled. For soon I shall leave my life of darkness and travel to a place where dusk and dawn embrace. A place where there are people and objects close to my heart. Yet there is a fear. A fear that lies within my greatest hope. It is a fragment of glass inside my heart. The world is ever-changing. The people we understand, the people we know, the people we meet, and even the people outside our tiny world never cease to change. I suffer a heavy disquietude. Will the bonds begin to change? Will alliances be broken? Will the confederacy fall to shatters? Will collaborators betray each other? Will the concord be deemed worthless? Will the members of the pact turn from one another? Will the mutual knot be untied? It remains a bliss-in-waiting and an sufferance unsure.
Notsnhoj
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