Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

Self-Hatred is no fun

Somedays I wish I was nothing but a concept

No body to bound me

Just an ethereal consciousness

A wandering cloud, is what I hope I could be

Something nobody could ever see

Just thoughts and words floating in an empty space

No fat, no heat, no scars, no face

Nothing, but a presence, without shape, size or weight

A voice that softly speaks, but doesn't have a name

Looking in the mirror only brings me pain

I either hate myself or adore being vane

- My own eyes are my worst enemy

Most of the times, they lack empathy-

This is why I beg to be set free

Of this bag of useless meat that I despise

So I could fly, high above the sea

Travelling alone through the skies

Finding my happiness in nature

Shapeless, shameless, ageless

Free of spite