As I go back to the old messages I shared with you,
Compared to the letters I wrote to him but never really intended to give,
I realized each stage,each growth of my life,
I reflected.
I gave to you the supple freshness of my skin,
The purity of my soul which I now question,
It's purity.
Sleep,slumber, eyes wide open,
Mind running,growing,quickly.
While my body's paralyzed.
Not sure, not fully sure,
How or when,
But it's almost 8 months,
And I'm coping now.
Living,accepting,maturing.
Maturity.
Something I've never,
Never fully grasped.
Cages me in,
Shuts my mind off.
Protection.
Protection for my self and these sins,
But tell me,
How do you uncorrupt a corrupted soul?
