My body is a limitation

I am limited by my breasts, they ache of womanhood. They beat against my body as I run, a reminder of the weight which is contained in them, the eyes which follow them. But here I am isolated. Here it goes beyond a social limitation. It is the tie to the flesh which has betrayed me and a more severe approach is demanded.

I am limited by my form. My knees ache as I attempt to the climb to freedom, this physicality is to tasking on my joints. Inclines act as a hindrance.

I am limited by my internal self. My stomach, my intestines betray me at every chance. Despite a lack of constant food supply, my bodies priorities appear not to be in sustainability. Perhaps a sign that it too understands that it no longer is a valid shell from which I can stream my consciousness from.

Milk, oil, spice, my body rejects it all. Rice even, the most basic forms of fuel cannot satisfy it. I am banished to isolation as a result of pain, of frustration and of shame. There is no comfort in these flaws, together or alone, my body is uncomfortable in itself, fighting internally.   

(PAUSE)

I am preparing my escape from these limitations. I am pursuing freedom above all else, freedom from my ailments and the physicality of my body which forces me into a particular social stratum. I yearn for a voice free of this meat sack. It crushes my throat, air struggles to pump through it, my lungs cannot expand large enough to cultivate a strength I demand.

My flesh no longer has value, what once was a malleable space of growth is no longer a worthy contribution. It takes far more than it gives. So, I turn to a cyborg form, an uploading of the self, a form of the virtual self, free of the confines of the flesh.

This escape is a challenge, any change towards something better than what was once before demands strain, effort and disruption. As I struggle, my flesh attempts to foil my escape. Every breath is both a sign of my body begging to pause, a reconsideration and yet also a sign of this necessary evolution. It persists as a rattling reminder of what I am pushing to leave behind.

(PAUSE)

The attention to my body is amplified, just as it begins to dissolve and break up, I am acutely aware of each molecule, each piece. I feel my form dissolving.

(PAUSE)

Oh what a relief, my consciousness is freed. Perhaps to immortality or perhaps to a more liberated mortality, and into the sublime.