Dear society
Why must I be binded to the colors of the people around me.
Why must I be binded to the sexual preferred.
Must you tackle me.
Must you pin me to the ground?
Shall a female wear pink.
Shall a male wear blue.
Should we all be the same.
Should our words be written in the book of sync?
Should my aura be the copy of another?
Dedication to the lonley of the world.
Banish creativity.
And destroy all art.
For society stands in the way of the wind, so no air should reach the survivors.
Suffocating and starving
The creative must
Be weak.
