I feel sick
Sick of impressions
I’m full
Full of impressions

I feel sick
Sick of being
Sick of being not
Sick of me
Sick of the fetor from wet dogs.

I’m full of food. I have it full to eat.

Eat me
Eat the world
Eat my neighbour
Eat my childhood
Eat my rabbit
Eat my clothes
Eat a cloud
Eat fairy floss
Eat emotions
Eat sorrow
Eat fog

I’m full
Full of being
Full of being not
Full of me
Full of aircrafts
Full of elevators
Full of bread

I won’t be or being not.
I am, whether I want or not.