Feelings like forces.
Thoughts arbitrary yet rational,
like the rules of nature.
Each second's thought creating
consciousness, creating action.
A day a building block to an
When I die, I will become a daydream
in the mind of the world,
but there is nothing wrong with a
daydream, as long as it is done right.
Inside the human body is a whole universe;
every new person is a whole other cosmos.
You are a human, not a robot - you can
make that a good thing or a bad thing.
Maybe it is a fallen world - governed by logic
that it itself cannot follow.
Maybe I can use the forces that broke me up
and let them help put me properly together,
like a protostar born from the
painful heat and disintegration of a
formerly perfect star. The rules are there -
True for every little charge or particle.
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