I ran to the top of a the largest hill near my pseudo-family's house yesterday. The clouds veiled the valley, leaving me on top of the cover. Towards the brilliant blue sky and incandescent sun I screamed at the top of my lungs in an attempt to let out the elation that had been welling up inside. My body was unable to control itself, it was too much. I was an explosion of the physiological. My mouth was smiling, eyes were crying, my voice belting.. all in a harmony that I would have likely suppressed if there had been another soul around. I was free, only bound to the earth by my physical self, of which its covalent bonds were strained at best. This time I was contained, giving evidence towards the fact that I had much yet to do before I joined the ethereal.
I will be, I said. I will be... no... I am.