Decay, Rot and Maggots

How and when do you define the limits of your body?

Did i tell you i was tired?

I remembered a dream I had; I was standing in front of the mirror oiling my hair it was 12:33 and you were ironing the clothes. In the the dream i was a man, standing in front of a mirror shirtless, holding a razor in one hand and shaving my beard, I recognized myself instantly maybe because of the eyes. Did i tell you, it felt like a portal, time connecting itself. It felt like I finally understood, that the useless titles of femininity and masculinity can not be applied to me, or anyone for that fact, people are abundant and corrosive. That means, titles can not define the volatile nature of a man, the boxes of comfort that we create can not hold us for long; but when i crane my neck up high i see a man in the mirror just like in my dreams and some part of me echoes back. Maybe the back of my legs remind me; your body is a formality of functioning, you don’t control anything, or maybe a few things.

Then again, i push aside those thoughts and I remind myself that my body is mine. The rage and crudeness is nothing but a veil for flesh to reside, its nothing but a place for me to sink back in when the imperfection of myself seem too much. One day the body will rot and maggots will inhabit my eye socket, one day the earth will claim my body for the benefits of the critters. From dust we came and to dust we shall return. The journey of the soul will continue wherever it needs to.

The future resembles a dark abyss, maybe i need to slow down my pace and tie up my hair, or stare at some trees.

decay