this one doesn’t have a title.. oh wait
roaming bodies observe their surroundings
beautiful, perfect, whole.
riding inside them are minds that are hopeful
that the bodies are actually meaningful
lovely little universes expressing information
repeating what they see and making something unique with it
and they can love each other, wow.
and they can hate themselves
and they can see the world as twisted
or as the beautiful mess that it is
and they can look down to the ground and follow preset "rules"
or they can roam uncaring finding meaning in the search for it
or they can spend a whole life waiting for something to happen.
beautiful bodies designed to be perfect,
billions of individuals
unaware of the whole they're apart of
making messes just to clean them
staying busy, working, sleeping
i'm one of 'em
and i don't know how i feel about it.
how on earth is it even possible
for a thing to hate itself?
as if by looking at a mirror
the mind decides it should do better
even though it is not seeing
what it thinks it is.
we only see our bodies
there should be self to witness,
even though you think there is,
noticing the difference, feels almost like
trancendence, but that's not really what it is
that shit will rock your world, man.