bettercup

let love in and give yours out

I know I'm in this vessel. I'm so aware that I am here that my voice sounds different, like I can hear it echo in my body. words are chosen more carefully, but spelled carelessly as I overthink my existence.

the human experience is odd. you have... thoughts. what do you do with them? where do they carry you? sometimes you get in uncanny places and start pondering on your existence.

We are moving. In these bodies that are made out of matter and animated by electrical impulses. Well, that is, at least, what science tells us. But do you ever look at people and see beyond? Do you see beyond their moves and smiles? Do you think that they are moving because some electrical and chemical reactions happen inside their bodies? Do you then turn these questions to yourself and ponder your existence too?