A corner of discontent

in this little corner of my discontent
a flood of memories seamlessly float
at random, twisted
but never real
and all of a sudden I am
struck by my own reality
bites hard but it is there
arguably my History
but never my own philosophy
i am suddenly thrust into a life
guided by my own misguidance
of struggles and pains
of joys and little gains
and of a life
that is worth nothing.

i am nothing. i am never there.
i never accepted my fate.
i hated what the Fates have decided
for me,
I am, Free.

the little air that I take
the water I make when
i cry and those tears
touch the ground
where I tread,
this is my Freedom.

the little nothings I said
the small acts i make
for other people,
this is my Freedom.

i am my own planet
in a universe of multiverses
of parallel nothings
that lead to black holes
and somethings like these,
this is my freedom.