I want so badly to believe in something. I’ve stripped myself down from all the filth and cotton. I have untied the skin and bones and ligaments to find truth of my structure. I don’t know if I belong in this encasement. I’m out searching, coming to grips with my fingerprints. They are my own. Do I deserve the skin enclosing my organs. My esophagus burns with revelation, but my eyes still don’t sting. My heart is on fire, but yours hasn’t left its roots. I’m out searching, coming to grips that I am grounded in these cells.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 7:38 PM UTC
I want so badly to believe in something. I’ve stripped myself down from all the filth and cotton. I have untied the skin and bones and ligaments to find truth of my structure. I don’t know if I belong in this encasement. I’m out searching, coming to grips with my fingerprints. They are my own. Do I deserve the skin enclosing my organs. My esophagus burns with revelation, but my eyes still don’t sting. My heart is on fire, but yours hasn’t left its roots. I’m out searching, coming to grips that I am grounded in these cells.
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