im not real

but i am also the only one who is. i am as mortal as mortal gets. and for that i am esteemed. i am connected to the universe, sewn into the fabrics. i was before i became me and i will be after everything. i am clay, wood and stone. blood and flesh. called on by nature and loved by the ocean and the sky. why do i have to be trapped here. why do i have to be locked into everyones expectation of humanity. i am caged and its tragic. i love and respect this clay, wood and stone, blood and flesh. but inside i feel an itch that tingles and i cant get it out. i want to open myself, burn the wood and wash the clay. break the stone. cut the flesh. feel the blood run down my wire hands. thats what this sick prison does to a mortal. the stars speak to me. the ocean, the canyons, the hills, the mountains, the rain, the universe talk to me and lift my voice. and they tell me to hold on. to send myself to sea. to ascend to finally see my family. and my flesh is a frightened child that i have abused for so long. she is scared, beaten, blistered, grabbed, and mishandled. i see the truth. i feel the truth. i am making it right. the universe tells me to do it. i will never forget it.