Whatever I want to say is completely ruined by my words. They get in the way, contort and distort, exaggerate and understate, twist and convolute my message.

I wish to be released from myself so I can truly see me for who I am.
I wish to shatter the notions I have of myself, the attachments I have to aspects of myself and all the layers of ‘stuff’ artificially slathered on me.
I wish to know my purest, cleanest, most translucent version.

Would it be so flimsy as to be nearly imperceptible?
Would it be formless, weightless and invisible?
Would it be nothing?
Possibly.
That could mean freedom.
The hope for liberation lies in nothingness.