06/09/21

my dream state and reality state

continue to merge together.

I can't tell

what's up and what's down anymore.

I wish to know when I will get out of

this cocoon,

when my metamorphosis will end or even begin

but nothing comes without a price.

The ability to start anew,

to truly start over, would not come

without loss.

I yearn to shed this body

and be free from the bounds of knowledge,

but the gentle washing of the skin

will never scraoe away what lies

beneath.

I dream to walk through the

crystal white halls,

finally free from the cage of this cocoon,

but instead I am met with the

grime and sweat-infested mattress

I will forever lie.