Every time I think a thought, the filters in my mind strip it bare.
You can’t think this, or that, or that. You shouldn’t say this, or that, or that.
Oh to be a child again, when thoughts were simply thoughts not strife.
No expectation to be bound, to the restrictions of the hounds.
Thoughts were pure, and true, and free.
No obligations to conform.
The filters not yet planted in the brain.
Oh to be a child again, to speak my mind again, without the judgement of the hounds.
On Becoming Myself 
Speak as if the filters are broken.
Let truth ring free without chokin’.
“Dance like no one’s watching”.
Nice. Your words are awesome. I need to peruse this blog and really check you out. One day soon. V.
Kind of difficult for me somehow right now. I need to learn to ignore the expectation of others without feeling guilty or like I’m letting them down. Still working on that.