I suppose anything can be a curse in someway, and anything can be a cure.

I can change, in shape, and form, in mind, in spirit, in beliefs, in temperature, in wellness, or in anyway possible.
I am a human, and we are capable of change, our skin stretches so far, then it shrinks back to form, if we give it the option. Our brain cells, can multiply, reproduce, grow grow grow, or shrivel up like anorexic's ovaries.

I'm seeing things, I'm seeing love, light, hate, things that are surreal, things that are completely and utterly, only imaginable, but real.

I could sing, if I could write lyrics, and pitch notes like I wish I was able to. I want to street preform, see others pass by, make music with the vibrating sound waves. I want to travel with the the International Post. Sail, and breathe pure air. Untouched, but only by the water molecules, mixing in the sky. I would open my ribs, like the double doors or a mansion, and just breathe. I would become air, and water, pure and simple.

For me, I creep along by myself.