How I wish I were me

I need to work upon my brains. Tell them not to be so perfectionist, so perceptive. An excess of cognitive activity. The less you think, the better.

I dreamt of you yesterday. How I wish I hadn´t.

I need to work upon my body. Tell it not to be so lazy. An excess of modern commodities. The less you move, the better.

I was full of sweat yesterday, after dreaming. How I wish I were you.

I need to work upon my soul. Tell it to exist, rather. An excess of believers in the non-perceivable. The less you perceive, the better. So many more things that you cannot see and that can be there. The more you believe, the better.

I was full of trust yesterday, after cleaning off my sweat. How I wish I believed.

I need to work upon my stains. The stains that accumulate and grow and make me cry and remind me that I have a past. Don´t try to clean them off my dear, they will never go away. Without those stains, you would not be yourself anyway. So be glad that they belong to you, for they are only yours. The dirtier you are, the better.

I was all clean yesterday, after believing. How I wish I were not.