Mar 2015
Your body is not just a container for your souls; it is something more than that.
Your body is a place to worship for the saints; it should be clean and pure.
Your body is a hell for the sinners; it should be burning.
Your body is a beautiful memory for the forgotten; it should be colorful.
Your body is a home to the lost; it should be warm and polite.
Your body is a paradise for the messed up; it should be peaceful.
Your body is a fire for the daring; it should be wild.
Your body is a maze for the wanderers; it should be full of wonders.
Your body is a torch for the blind; it should be a guide.
But.
At the end of the day,
Your body is all you have and it should be yours.
Your body is a place to worship for the saints; it should be clean and pure.
Your body is a hell for the sinners; it should be burning.
Your body is a beautiful memory for the forgotten; it should be colorful.
Your body is a home to the lost; it should be warm and polite.
Your body is a paradise for the messed up; it should be peaceful.
Your body is a fire for the daring; it should be wild.
Your body is a maze for the wanderers; it should be full of wonders.
Your body is a torch for the blind; it should be a guide.
But.
At the end of the day,
Your body is all you have and it should be yours.
As I complete this, I realize that it can have multiple meanings depending on how the reader reads it.
For me, I am the saint, the sinner, the forgotten, the lost, the messed up, the daring, the wanderer and the blind. I am different people within myself at the same time.
For me, I am the saint, the sinner, the forgotten, the lost, the messed up, the daring, the wanderer and the blind. I am different people within myself at the same time.
