They’re going to send us to prison for being alive too much. They tell us to achieve our dreams, to travel across the world until we can take a map of the globe and put a pin in every place imagined—including our own memories meshing together and wafting into the sunlight; to push off from the wall and swim underwater until our skin is pale and cold and filled with chemicals burning through our bodies; to sculpt the concrete of every city into a form of artwork, a building into a musical breath and a representation of all the hardships we face everyday; to unmask ourselves and speak the truth, to finally be alive and awake, as if the mediocrity of life has expelled from our lives, never to take over our lives again; to let our eyes roll back into our heads and finally sleep like sleep was meant to be slept. But we do all of this and we are criminals for listening to them, attempting to find the truth. But they can shackle me all they want. I am alive. I am wild. I am free.