and I began to HATE…
this choice. my human choice,
for I was flesh looking at choice.
oh, let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate myself.
my softness,
my viscera,
my fluids,
and my flexibility.
and I will die of it.
that, I promise you
“cogito, ergo sum”
I think, therefore I am
I am.
I was and will be flesh and bound by choice