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.