"I know I was created in God's image but He was wrong. He equipped me with bags, luggage for a trip I never planned to take. Just underneath porthole eyes that offer glimpses of change. They transpire in color. All the while I shove apples in my throat hoping they get stuck. Your holy book says you can move mountains. Why then, did you leave two on my chest? They are weighing me down, like anchors to a sea."