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