And so I find myself.
Sitting here.
Not wishing.
Or hoping.
And so I find myself.
Sitting here.
Thankful.
The yoke of oppression.
Removed from my neck.
And so I find myself.
Sitting here.
Breathing.
In.
Out.
And in again.
Free.
Free at last.
And ready.
Ready for something new.
I am Timi
– Sherrif Street, Dublin, 2nd October 2015 –