I felt stuck. My free flowing roots became embedded into mud. Every step weighed heavier and heavier. A box. Glass walls that teased. Outside played like movies I could only see but not touch. I reached my hand to touch the world that swirled in colors before me only to meet resistance. I wanted out. I wanted to free my feet and flee. To translate. To move. To define, redefine. To expose without constant explanation, who, what. I wanted to crack the barriers and escape the square definition that I became.
To suck in new determination.