I never thought to pray to ghosts. but the forest is a graveyard full of them. of all the dead, pretty things. like you. like me. we are all life & rot & everything in between. give me your heart & I'll show you what humanness is. it's flesh coating our consciousness. blood pumping through our immortality. you can get lost in it. sometimes you can feel your body too much & it can make you spiral. how are just this? a carcass on the side of the road? a pile of bones?
our perception of self is never ending. is it tangible? can we touch our brains, & decide, this is all that we are? I never thought to pray to ghosts. but it seems we already do, every time we close our eyes & listen to our heartbeat. thump thump. thump thump. give me your heart & I'll show you. how would you define something that feels both solid & transparent at the same time? go on, kneel. feel the dirt & twigs & crumbled leaves beneath your kneecaps. maybe the answer lies here. maybe we were always destined to return back to which we came from. do you feel your body now? do you need to pray harder?
