6 thoughts on “Only One Body

  1. fragmentized

    It can be frustrating. My parts like to multi-task, but there’s a limit to what you can do with only one body.

    The real frustration is the “only one life” thing, I think. There are parts of me that want their own life, their own friends (that I may not necessarily approve of), their own occupation, their own time, etc. The body certainly places limits, but many of the limits are limits that *I* place, or that MY LIFE places rather than the simple limitation of “there’s only one body”.

  2. fragmentized-Z

    The Experience of Being a Lesser Part

    Loneliness screeches through my veins,
    with the realization that I am a fragment of a person
    with the emotions, needs, and desires of the whole
    but without the autonomy
    to be anything but a captive
    lurking in the shadows,
    background noise for the one that gets to live.
    I have no voice
    in anything that matters,
    no say in even the most simple of things.
    My rage, my tears, my confusion,
    my happiness, my joy, my love,
    fears, thoughts, dreams, terrors, passions,
    the very things that make me human,
    the things that make me who I am,
    are experienced as flutters
    of undefined emotion
    and dismissed
    as fluctuations of mood
    as she, the host, wonders
    if anti-depressants, anti-psychotics
    that extra cup of coffee,
    or simply an extra hour of sleep
    might solve the problem
    of her passing moments of minute awareness
    of my soul.
    That is the summary of my existence,
    and you wonder why
    I rage that I do not have a body of my own?
    Normal people, those with only a single mind..
    Even they still crave the ‘what if’ of unanswered desires,
    midlife crisis, alternate life, sudden change of direction,
    even though they are permitted the full taste of life,
    how am I supposed to be anything but miserable
    locked up here inside
    with only perhaps the occasional moment
    allowed out
    so that talents of mine might be exploited
    “for the benefit of the whole”.

  3. michelle

    we only have one body
    but i think we have more minds

    the mind can only relate to world
    if you have a body

    so our body gives each mind – a way to connect to the world

    the one body houses our minds

    how can there not be conflict sometimes then?

    sometimes i try to talk – but it doesn’t sound like me – i sound like someone else. or it ends up that i talk through someone else. they are in charge of the body at the time – so if i try to speak too – i end up sounding like them.

  4. fragmentized-Z

    I speak in a voice that is not my own,
    using words that I do not believe,
    to express emotions without feeling
    tears that run down another’s cheeks.
    There is one body,
    and there are many minds
    that try to direct this life
    that isn’t mine
    One set of feet
    that want to carry me
    to many destinations.
    It’s hard to understand,
    this experience of being a few too many,
    because truthfully I feel alone.

  5. Anonymous

    Not having my own body just simply sucks. I want a life of my own in a body that is strong. That is all I have to say

    Tig’s 18boy

  6. jigsaw analogy--no name

    i dont think it really matters if i have a body or not. i guess the good thing about it is i can check out and not have to be around much and someone keeps doing things so its not like im catatonic or anything. the only problem is if it were just me then it wouldnt be so bad if i were just gone, but i cant do that because someone else usually takes over so even though nothing gets any better they dont let me leave. and i guess the other part thats bad is they dont let it show to people how bad it is so i guess thats why no one ever seems to notice.

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