I want the worse kind of freedom, the one where you are truly free. You wake up in the morning and the only thing you really care about is the feeling of the morning -- you welcome the rain.
Not the regular rain, the one where you notice that every drop makes a distinct sound, the kind that when you look at the rain, you can see yourself bouncing off the splashes.
Sometimes you just want to say what you want to say, to scream at the world without repurcussions -- the freedom to say that things are just not right
Real freedom.