light switch

i remember when creativity was a burden i could not bear.

when clothing myself to match my soul included something other than one pair of jeans.

and how i used to paint on myself, not for beauty but for difference.

now i feel like the one pancake that no one likes because it's got a bump on the side.

constantly slammed down against a hot metal surface then drenched in something slimey.

please, please, please..

stop the thousand mile race inside.

please, love, please!

give me strength to disoblige.