have you ever dreamed of shaping yourself into a better self;
where it isn't constantly shivering,
where it never appeared so unappealing,
where it was never as light as a balloon that always led you floating,
where your skin isn't as thin as paper and continued thinning,
where it never frequently ached for such feelings,
where it always loved itself and can be convincing,
where it became a shield to protect itself and never surrendering,
and your freckles and birthmarks and stretch marks and scars all look like a mark of 'good job' rather than a sign of a bad treatment?
and have you ever dreamed of shaping the world into a better planet;
where the colours make up into a single rainbow rather than a cause for division,
where the eyes never wandered too much and led to unfair selection,
where the green never faded and received unending affection,
where the mouths of strangers weren't causes for cremation,
where everything beautiful and had a happy ending isn't always fiction,
where the blades and bullets are put to rest ten feet below and left to self corruption.
because i have. and i still am.
and i just realized that myself and the world aren't made of clay and it'll take more than just shaping to be better.
