dear captives

i have no literature left in my bones, as none words of this to speak.
i have no ink left on this pen, nor melodies to find itself printed on a sheet.
what i have, are founding lights, and for them, i will let them dance free.
for they are the only thing which seem to be free.

let these lights dance free and blur the spaces between the trees and the sky.
let them waltz into their own rhythm. let them shine for the hopeless.

set the captives free