Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Just A Thought

The warmth of your blood coursing through your vains. You can't feel the flow. Your body is syncronized with gravity. The flow of blood and energy moves at a pace too fast for you to feel. You don't question it. The sensitivity in the tips of your fingers, the uncontrolled twitches in your legs, the speed at which your hair grows at. You have no control over your body. Cancer, cancer runs along your bones; picking and choosing its' home. You have no control. The feeling that spreads through your chest when you feel the lips of your lover on you. You can't explain the the vulnerability. You want it gone; with it you are destructable. You are an organism, an organism who's anatomy is so incredibly complex that you fall victim to yourself. How do you lift your hand up, what tells you to move your fingers, what tells you to write? What's making your eyes follow these words that I have typed? Question yourself; how much do you know about yourself? You know the altered emotions. Do you know the reasons they exist? Do you know what exactly it is that creates them? You know when you are happy or sad, you know when you are mad, but you don't know why or how you got to that state of mind. you say you are strong. Wer all say we are strong. We are made out to be the brightest of species. The flaw in that is that WE say it. We are a concieted species; we think we have life figured out, but we are merely puppets. Puppets to our own brains which we did not create. Nature will always trump man made sciences. What will it take for us to realize that we do not have control?

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