Freedom
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What is it like to be free?
"Wolfram?"
Will it feel like a cool breeze on an autumn day?
"Why are you not dressed yet?"
Or the comforting warmth of the summer sun?
"You shouldn't keep his majesty waiting."
Maybe the veiled chill of a winter night?
"It's his most important day. You should hurry."
"Will it feel like it is spring all year 'round?"
"Excuse me?" Conrad gave me an odd look as though I'd grown another head.
"Nothing. It's nothing. It's not like I'll ever know how it feels."
"Wolf-"
"We better go, brother. The best man cannot be late for his friend's wedding."
Friend.
I will forever be caged by that word.
Author's note: I found this in one of my neuro-anatomy notes and it sure as hell not innervations.