iMatter

quite literally i can't breathe

although if i could I'm not sure I'd want to

it seems like a lot of work

living life and whatnot

but i guess there's a bright side -

Life.

if you're lucky enough to find it

assuming that a coincidentally fragile thing like luck even exists

in this belly of a beast we keep breathing in,

inhaling and exahling the recycled bullshi- air.

involuntarily, moment by moment, and at the same time constantly

but hey at least we're recycling right?

i think life is like one large recycling bin...

we're the recycled matter

the material that continues transforming

without ever acutally changing at all.

if it's impossible to create something out of nothing

by default we are recycled

consistently graduating and elevating states

molding into something that will never be

fully new,

because we've been here before.

as our bodies biodegrade

our mind gets a brief chance to escape

how beautiful -

free thinking at it's finest

independent of the burden that is the body temple

but it is a temple nonetheless,

a temple that must be watched & kept

so i think i'll keep watch

for a little while longer.