unchain my hands, my feet, my waist, im weak. constantly searching for a new solution yet none seem to suit my needs. I pray to find hope, cry to seek an answer, I feel no pain. it's quiet. silent with no sight of matter. the universe's vast majorities evicted from its place. I reach out my hand to search for a piece of hope. I've reached too far. I forage for some sign of energy. maybe im just lost in a infinite realm. it cant be. I feel nothing, no pain, no feelings, no thoughts. all I have is skin, bones, organs, and a lonely soul. is it true? everything they've told us. our body is just a tombstone for our wandering soul. a way for it to be locked up and controlled by feelings and emotions. we do not own this body, it is not real. nothing is real. even matter has its limits, can it be created or destroyed? or is it infinite... answers. we need answers. or maybe we know the answers but are too afraid to acknowledge them. our souls unite to form matter within the universe. we are infinite. at this moment I can move my toes and fingers just enough to realize some sort of presence in my area. staring at me. it begins to send a vibration of waves that sound a bit like words. why do we speak them? the energy proceeds to worship my act of reasoning. as if Einstein himself had never been alive. as if i possessed the only theories that made sense. copy and paste. copy. paste. thats all we do. copy the unsupported facts of others and paste them onto the next person we encounter. humanity is strange. i ask the energy what it wants from me. i am lost and of no use to you. at that moment the energy comes closer, and closer until i feel it entering my skin, creeping through my organs and cracking all my bones. its not real, its not real, i tell myself. the pain is not existant. it is an excuse our brain makes up to distract us from reality. the energy ignites within me forming what sort of looks like a nebula. how can i see myself? how can it be. we are all stardust, and just where stardust is made, inside a nebula is where we belong. born again and again. a never ending cycle.
