My body is a big stupid animal that my Soul lugs around.  A piece of meat that my Soul is stuck to.  A connection to (as well as something that my Soul must protect from) the physical world.  A mess of confusion and hormones.  Hunger and defecation. 

I am grateful for my body because it gives me my senses and connects me with other bodies- I only hope I can reach the Souls that I know that they are stuck to. 

My body has and always will be an infant.  The Soul is the only part of us that matures.  Our parents teach us how to take care of our bodies and hand over responsibility just when things start getting big and messy. 

“No, body, you can’t sleep or eat, right now.  I’m busy writing.”

“Yes, body, I understand your reproductive instincts, but that is not socially acceptable.”

To all the Souls that are reading this- I know how it feels to be annoyed with that thing we all drag around.  I know what it’s like to be self-conscious of it.  My advice is to concentrate on your true self, that beautiful Soul.

To my society- my body tries so hard to fit in.  But my Soul is free, and for that I will not apologize.