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
Every man wants a utopia that life has determinedly refused to give us.
I want to escape, from my hustle, oftentimes from my life, from the hostile gay clime here in Nigeria, from the suffocating condition of living.
I want to escape, but there’s no Michael Scofield to break me out.
Lol Mandy I just love the way your mind works
Wow Jodek…. just wow!!! You just penned my thoughts…only beautifully and more coherent…
Only reptiles undergo this kind of ecdysis you seek. Except you leave this skin in your mind and imagine a fresh one form whilst your soul wonder at the maker’s feet.
Relax, you’ll be fine.
Hian…
My exact reaction too. ?? Like dude is taking it literally.
Lmao! My sister!
Lol. Golden, Mandy is a dude. 🙂
Hahahaha. Ok naaa.
Beautiful!!! Nice piece Jodek. Weldon!