My body and soul was once a stream of pure light.  As I've lived and experienced different things in my life, mud has been thrown on me and marred my purity.  It's inevitable and not all bad.  Experiences define who we become.  They literally shape us, but it doesn't mean we can't do a little soul-cleaning, a little damage-control to keep ourselves clear-minded, unencumbered by our pasts and silly mistakes.  Some people make the mistake of identifying their still-glowing entities as flaws in their mud-covered souls.  They pull over more clay, no matter how much it cracks, to fix these seeming flaws.

I want to un-crack.
Flake off.

I know I have flaws, vices, and impurities, but I would like to shout out the stains on my soul.