blood, flesh, bone

   
   
   
    in this realm of limitations; there's no body I'd like to trade places with; it ends up in the same state regardless; this is the mental state one's in....    
   
    gradually numbing one's self to the bone; if only one could discard one's flesh; existence has been and continues to be a bloody mess....    
   
      
    the push and pull-like hot and cold-warm being balanced and neutral-the endless struggle; the black and white-the cut and dry-the shades of grey is where I reside....    
   
   
  I wish I could take flight high enough to go where I please-independant from one's spieces-high enough ground to be out of reach; with the goal of receiving everlasting peace with no worries....  
   
as for the "afterlife"-no more blood, flesh, and bone bodies destined to deteriorate with time; free in the most ideal sense as opposed to popular taught "beliefs"....