sometimes i want my skin to crawl - i want to sit my bones in muck and sink until my nostrils are just above the level where i can no longer breathe
i want to purge myself of every great loss, that's ever been or will come to be
i want to exist in every moment that i live, to feel every emotion with an earnest heart, to see every sight with wide eyes and an open mind ready to learn, unlearn, relearn
i want to evolve, though the process will be painful and neverending - i want to grow