It has become an unbearable thought to drag around this body that no longer feels like my own
I hate that I know its limits and lacks,
It's excess and ungodly elaborations
I hate that I feel stuck
And erasing my outlines won't change the already coloured-in picture,
So I guess I'll have to make use of magic markers to add and deduct some inner colours in order to feel weightless once again.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
It has become an unbearable thought to drag around this body that no longer feels like my own
I hate that I know its limits and lacks,
It's excess and ungodly elaborations
I hate that I feel stuck
And erasing my outlines won't change the already coloured-in picture,
So I guess I'll have to make use of magic markers to add and deduct some inner colours in order to feel weightless once again.
I was feeling stuck and Wonder came up on television. This poem was going to go in a different direction until then.
