Sometimes our body doesn't understand what we're trying to do, we are a soul, we own this body, and this body is not ourselves, we and it are seperate beings who need to work together, you are the conductor, you can tell it what to do to an extent, be a good leader, and guide your friends, your millions of cells may chose against you, defy you, but count the many times you've done the same to them. forgiveness can be in their code, but that is just a theory, but life works like janga when it comes to facts and theories. It's all a base of perhaps and focus on the tower that lays besides you, what you take is just placed elsewhere, and when the time comes, your previous choices become a greater impact on your current ones.


my chapeled silhouette, peel back my flabbergasted interior, the black piano keys shaved down to fragments of sandpaper, its sound diminished, rubbish and useless, yet the wind carries it through the skys, prolonging its tune~

Your beating mind is slowing down, the thoughts, the process of recognition, Dammed by your own realization, unchangeable traits, forever locked in a frozen time coexisting with an unrelated future, your hands aren't your own, you're holding someone else's dreams, the blood of your past is up to your knees, every pore is clogged with uncertainty, rationality and forgery. Every breath gets harder than the last, swallowing your life, facing a shallow demise, in the depths of your rebirth.