PArt|ed

-Poetry, Art and Eating disorder- They’re all a part of me and of this book too. Rhyming poems filled with desperation, longing for eyes – to finally be read and to be freed from the torture called “life”. I’ve gone impatient and also have been able to go back into the everyday life again but I feel like there’s just something different – it’s as if I’m not in possession of a shell that others do, a shell that makes them less irritated than I – for them to not think a lot about words- about our every day life – about everything. But what if those thoughts I bear towards certain normalities were formed into words?