A Body’s Parts

I wish…I wish for many things unattainable for these hands to grasp, only aiming to reach the moon of the sky.

I wish…I wish for my eyes to finally find a loving gaze, that permanent place in which to gain comfort and peace, in which I can call home, but all they find are wandering eyes not willing to reside in my own, quickly looking but shifting their attention onwards to another place, to another’s eyes.

I wish…I wish for my feet to find rest from all the tireless search for love or for them to walk thousands of miles and resist feeling hopeless with the number of steps increasing, taking one more step without feeling that walking more is aimless but that is actually a progress leading closer to that yearned destination.

I wish…I wish for my ears to hear that love is existent and to believe it by hearing this told to me from another’s mouth; a consoling voice in all of life’s many chaotic sounds and voices full of screams but all the sounds my ears hear are mouths voicing words full of hate and anger, words that my ears rather be mute to listen to.

I wish…I wish for my mouth to taste the sweet embrace of another’s ardent lips and feel that words are unnecessary to express love but my mouth only is kissed by the empty cold wind and not by another’s touching warm skin.

I wish…I wish my heart could feel deeply without being hurt in the process, I wish for my heart to have the physical strength to endure the pain, and to continue on feeling without regrets.

I wish…I wish for my mind to burry the past ghosts that haunt me; memories lingering behind the moments, but instead these memories echoe in the form of thoughts in the cave of my mind.

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Can the hands really hold the moon in their palms?

Can the tired eyes really find the strength to continue gazing, or are they too ashamed of hoping for love when they know that all they truly see is carelessness in other’s eyes.

Can the feet be walking without any effort and weight put upon them?

Can the mouth truly talk without the motion of emotion?

Can the heart truly feel without receiving pain? Isn’t pain a feeling?

Does a heart truly feel or is it an idealistic thought of the mind to think the heart been capable of feeling and see itself as a separate entity from feeling and its reason?

Can the mind be a receptacle of knowledge without the use of memories?



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Wishes are hopes without considering realism’s spectrum of questions, without considering that bodies are just that, bodies that though can hold within them countless memories, feelings, and stories, they are vulnerable, nonetheless, to life’s greater truth that pain is an essential part, just as the hands, the eyes, the feet, the ears, the mouth, the heart, and the mind, to the body of life.