i could fly instead of touch or walk.
i could be above all and not look like i am above all. i am never above all. angels, however, are always above all. but they all look the same.
i wish to trade in my arms so i can touch and hug no more. touch is how attachment is formed. i am a parasite. i get attached too easily to anyone i am in contact with or i can touch.
i wish to trade in my legs, i am never out in society so they are meaningless to have. a waste of good bones really. they all all ugly and bruised and covered in the earth's dust anyway.
i will trade every limb and every joint to have wings! i will trade it all to be a beautiful angel!
Therapy's going good