ESCAPE
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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2 Comments
Mandy
November 19, 05:50Every man wants a utopia that life has determinedly refused to give us. We all want to escape, from our hustle, from Nigeria, from our lives, from the gay clime here, from the stifling condition of living. We want to escape, but there’s no Michael Scofield to break us out.
Vhar.
November 19, 13:16Hmmm.