It is not but a combination of chemicals, reactions and interactions.

but no chemicals have done so much damage. 

no acid or toxic gas compares to the damage inflicted by hatred,

no chemical burn damages as much as the scarring of hatred. 

Hatred is a drug. Invoking pleasure in the user,

but permanently damaging them. 

Clouding their senses and judgement, 

and inflicting pain on those unfortunate to stumble into it's path. 

Hatred is an abyss of blackness, consuming whatever enters it.

Any spark of kindness is engulfed by the void of hatred,

only taken as an excuse for more hatred, more rancor.

Bitter is the taste of kindness in the pallet of hate. 

We see it as a nusiance,

a simple mosquito buzzing quietly in the night. 

But we can't see into the mosquito. 

We can't assume that the mosquito is harmless, 

because we won't find out that that mosquito was carrying malaria until it is too late. 

I dream of water. 

Cascades of fluid pouring over cliff after cliff in their unceasing journey

always traveling downhill, always to the ocean. 

I dream of air. 

Cascades of invisible material swirling in itricate patterns and shapes 

never to be seen, always moving. 

Cascading, flowing, shifting, spiraling

puffing, changing, traveling, switching. 

I dream of cascades. Cascades of fluid, 

never stopping. 

Always Cascading. 

An intricate structure waiting to built

Forging pathways in darkness

Uniting and diving

Conquering the souls of countless

Creating a network of ideas

Drowning in a sea of thoughts

In myself

Words illuminating 

Words enlightening

Words engulfing 

Popularity contest

Beauty pageant

Lavishly devoting ourselves

Flaunting every gem

And hiding every shadow

Survival of the fittest

Escaping

Transceding

Becoming

Welcoming ideas

Refugees from a cruel competition

Sheltered from the cruel reality

Not from their own magnitude

Whether they wreak havoc

Create illustrious fantasies

Ignite desires

Words are ideas

A burden of creativity 

Is our responsibility

Our ideas create our world

And we cannot hide from our shadows

Hiding them in closets

Locking them in the deepest corner of ourselves

Perfection is a vain ambition

We our compromised of our ideas

Our words

Fortunate enough

To have found a place

In which they do not have to hide in closets

In ourselves

Where they can engulf others

And fly

Filled with the need to express my complex emotions, 

eaten away by my own thoughts. 

Needing an outlet, 

something that will listen to all of my jumbled thoughts and emotions, 

and silently understand and appreciate them. 

To have a an outlet like that, 

an outlet that will understand and still appriciate all of the things I need to say.

So when I find an outlet, 

that does all of those things, 

I know that I have found something special. 

I am falling, 

through the complexeties and subtleties of society's constuctions,

that infinite cobweb of imagination, 

they become a blur, compounded in thousands of intricate droplets of emotion,  

presenting their individual spark of conciousness before fading away in a blur of light. 

I glimpse each one only for a fraction of a second, 

those tiny sparkles of life, never to be seen again.

Lost in the abyss of life,

billions passing fading out of existence.

And I am still falling, towards an infinite destiny.

I am falling. 

I look up and see

That infinite abyss 

colored bright blue. 

devourer of souls

and instiller of hope.

worshiped, cursed.

colored bright blue.

A screen. 

Lost and never infringing memories,

reflected in specs of color millions wide and long.

Ive seen men lose themselves in a screen.

its terrible brilliance which draws them in

wrings them out with their promise of loght,

leaves them a broken shell without a soul.

Are we all but lost 

in this matrix of ideology,

voices so loud and so many

that they drown each other out

and no one can be heard.

Am i too, 

trapped in my square reality

thinking myself connected to others through a cold, systematic code,

when i am really,

more than ever,

alone in a room without light

without sound

and without love.

I wake up, a day as normal as any.

I walk my daily path

and continue my daily routine.

I buy my daily ticket

and I wait my daily wait.

I hope for my daily luck

and it comes once again.

I do my daily work

and I continue my daily routine.

I wake up, a day as normal as any.

I walk my daily path

and continue my daily routine.

I buy my daily ticket

and wait my daily wait.

I hope for my daily luck

and then,

it doesn't come.

I don't do my daily work

and I don't continue my daily routine.