Unduly sad?

I do not know

But I ponder on how it must feel to live in peace.

Is it a crime to want to be happy?

I think not.

But everything around me seems to believe otherwise.

The body I live in is not a place to call home.

That which wobbles and leaps all over my insides from my belly up to my chest is not fit to be called a heart. Not a whole heart, at least.

I feel like a hostage in this body.

My mind is worse.

I feel like an incurable disease.


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