To Love is To Set Free

Pressure could result in a million different things.

It creates diamonds, hardened people,

It creates the Sun, people who radiate away its kindness by depleting itself,

and it creates natural gas, people with huge desire to be independent.

Natural gas will only explode in a violent combustion if you restrain them.

Be it by poverty, stupidity, defeat, family, God, anyone, anything.

They will unchain themselves from these shackles. Whatever it takes, no matter at what cost.

For their soul is the soul of an explorer.

To be with them is to embark on a journey of a lifetime,

Through the desert,

Across the Pacific,

Beyond the orbit.

They have been, and want to keep defying faith that has abandoned them.

Swearing from the gut that they will avenge God for making a life without consent.

So complete them, don’t hold them back.

Expand their wings, so they will fly higher.

Weaponize their armor, so they become undefeated.

Nurture their mind and body, so they can fight another day.

The natural gas type wont survive in a prison, even if it is made of gold. Being chained is suffocating. As if the fire that warms you, burn away the oxygen you need to breathe.

For their life is always heading to the next thunderstorm. If they were a ship, be their propeller. Help them achieve wonders. They need no anchor preventing them from arriving at serenity.

To love them, is to set them free.