A pair of pink hands clasped onto one another into a fist. Their nails are painted neon green.

To be

Posted on by buildpoetry

I’m not where I want to be.

There’s still something missing

Beyond what my eyes can see,

Or what my heart can feel.

And if I had eight consciousness,

And eight senses to feel,

I could finally be free.

But free will never be where I want to be,

But rather in this moment

That is where I need to be.

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