I want to know joy

To feel peace

To grasp contentment

To inhabit happiness

I want to leave this skin behind

To be free of this planted soul

I want to shed my old selves

To emerge in some new form devoid of me

I want to be outside of myself

No longer yoked to this putrid soul

I came here defunct, not made whole

I need to collect the pieces left on the maker’s floor

To gather my missing bolts and put myself together

Deep breaths are no longer enough

Long walks no longer satisfy the urge to run

I need some new space and some new selves

I need another vessel to complete this life

This skin is torture, please find me escape

Written by Jodek

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