“And right as I find my ground,
They all vanish,
Whether through oppression,
Or the weight of aimless parents,
And under these burdens,
My friends collapse,
Leaving me alone,
At last,
My biggest fears,
Becoming reality,
And all I can think,
Is how great it would be,
If we were all free,
To be ourselves.”

J Ochoa (jrm)
August 2, 2015