Metamorphosis. (YOUTH)
It is a continuous change, a tearing off of one's own skin to make way for a different self. Are we indifferent to our suffering, or do we take pride in this violent transformation. Our figurative bodies, flayed and bloodied, cry out for something more than it's boundaries. Is it so strange, that we should want to shred, break, tear, grind, strip, and stab? The light within us is mutinous. It must get out.
No comments:
Post a Comment