vessel

they say that home is where the heart is, but what if heart is just a figment of the imagination of the needy, and what if love is inexistent and inconsequential?

they say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but what if the soul is just a made-up term that allows people to justify chemical imbalances called "feelings," and eyes are simply clusters of cells that mean nothing more than blue or brown or green or hazel?

they say that it's what's underneath the surface that counts, that judging a book by its over is inconsiderate, but what if underneath the layer of skin there are just more layers, and beneath those, just organs and veins and vessels?