I am not this mind
and I am not this body;
composed of mostly empty space
all I am
is the energy
that I embody-
the vessel and the flesh,
the brain and the thoughts
they are not me
but only a product of the energy
that I can mold,
that I can shape,
that I can love.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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