I've grown so tired of loving this body unconditionally. And, the mind that can't keep up with it rattles back in forth in my skull.
Some days I just pray that someone could just do it for me. Because not even my own mother could learn how, I know there is no one with such patience. I can't keep up with this vessels needs; there's just too many. I want to be cared for; I want to be coddled; I want to be rocked to sleep; I want to have my hair played with and my back scratched; I want to be understood; I want to be forgiven; I want to be loved by a body that is not my own. But, this heart is bound, this mind is purgatory, and this vessel is my own. No one is coming to fulfill this for me, it is mine and mine alone. Though I may occasionally plead for it, I know, there is no place to care for me like my home.
