Off on a journey I will set, to try and save me from this mess.
I will go and bring with me the luggage of my soul, but try not to bury it in a hole.
I will find some sparks to set me ablaze, to burn from me these harmful rays.
These dangerous rays radiate from my being; they often halt me in my seeing.
They connive to thrive, but I strive to be free.
I do believe I will succeed.
Does the sun of this world shine differently in a faraway place? Will it help me see through the lens of a different race? Could it warm me like I've never felt warmth before? Could it burn deep into the heart of my sores?
I will wait in this place and let me wounds fester and mate. Until my depart which will toil with my heart, and force me to see, and to be, and to find my part.
The part which is lost (or maybe never was found?) will reunite at its core and never want more.
It will want no more than to simply explore...to strengthen it's voice which had been silent as mice, it's been trapped in a vice with a sock in it's mouth.