At times I long for something
pure something far from myself
like the unadulterated pain of death.

There is something beyond this place
touched upon, felt, while bellowing
from the very depths of your soul.

How I long to be immersed
in that whitest of whites,
in that endless sea.

But what good would it do
what point would it serve
if it doesn't change who I am
if I don't take something away?