i cannot believe i'm real.
i truly don't understand it.
the heart inside me beating over and over; my lungs expand to hold the deepest of breaths; while my limbs carry all of my body weight..
i know the body I'm hosting is real. but to simply... think? what's that to prove i'm real? what are we without thought?
merely just complex organisms?
blue veins spread throughout my wrists imitating vivid images of lightning; my rib cage stretches to mimic bold hills across my skin; freckles connecting together like profound celestial constellations.
my very consciousness though? what is there to prove i have such a thing?
is all i have this body?
the blood trapped beneath my skin is desperately begging to be released, to be free; as is my soul from this life form. oh to be able to think without needing an entity to inhabit.
