☆ the universe experiencing itself ☆

complex celestial beings

highly intelligent species

capable of miracles like 

science

philosophy 

advanced technology

but we can never understand 

anything really

about the world

or how we feel

i'm playing a guessing game

russian roulette

with chemical signals

in my brain

my neurotransmitters

driving me insane

analyzing abstract sensations

through a sense system

that is flawed

distorted

formed 

by unreliable lenses 

called eyes

and the multicolored visions

they create for me

are judged and perceived

through my personal experience 

of reality

shaped by ideas and beliefs

formed by 

the field 

where i sprung up 

the dirt 

where i first

fixed my roots 

i grow

i rot

i bloom

our only expression

way to convey

miracles of the universe 

the absurdity we observe

is using our bodies as instruments

to play out thoughts and feelings

to use as much of our hands

brains

tongues

eyes

to show all we can

and can't see

let someone know how we 

hurt and heal

 

how doomed and blessed

we are to feel

cycles and patterns

never ending wheel

through our veins

runs something so surreal