may I..

May I write? May I freely write, my I redeem my self of all consequences and virtue and all that, that binds a man
My I be set loose.
May I write about things that I care about and think that no one would read.
May I write about cultures and glory and social castaways and aesthetics and forbidden love, and coffee and scarves and bangs, and boy likes girl boy thinks girl doesn’t like boy, but girl does likes boy?
May I be rid of fear?
May I slip into the wondrous mask of bravery and let loose of all my words and all my images and all the perfect songs that go with them?
May I create the atmosphere that is imprisoned, tragically imprisoned within my brain?
My I elope away from reality and never be awaken?