Ataraxia // or a statement upon skin /// I am not cold. I am not marble stone. I am a sentient being, I can feel, I contain life within me. I can express the life within me. I can express myself. I have ideas of my own and emotions that go beyond all measure. My skin reflects the light and I dance with the light, we dance together, as a whole and we make a perfect couple, the light and I.
I am not a construct, I speak because I can, because I want, I say what I need to say and I am strong enough to stand for every word I speak. I feel love and I feel pain. I'm not just a shadow of my own imagination: if you look into my eyes you'll find me dancing.
I can't be pinned.
My shadow reflects the wings I carry.
I am building myself a place for me, I'm finding the being I've always held within me.
I am alive. I fell pleasure. I feel pain.
I have a right to my pleasure and to my pain.
My face changes, it moves into expression. And it will not settle. It will never be at rest.