Shackled Minds Everywhere

WHO do I talk to??? I don't want fri(end)ships. I want soul to soul connectivity.

I talk to myself.....on paper though (poems) It's not enough.
I don't have all of the answers....my spirit is hungry for more.

I long for a soul to fly with me, between the lines of poetry. A language most don't experience in a lifetime.

The ones that roam around me are shackled still.......

Aaahhhhhh!!