If I could express my longing for a different body, you’d understand the lack of trying. If I could start over again, you could see clearly the stars in my eyes, holding the thirst for life. If I could live without carrying around the ruins of broken buildings in my womb, I’d run freely throughout streets, forests, oceans. If I could be born again with a soul less shattered, I’d be twice the woman I already am.
Yet these scars tattooed on my skin will never fade, and your lost soul will forever float beneath my feet - I remain my only God.