You know these crime games that people
are playing. Those booze shambles that lead to unforgivable acts of
evil. That rotten, mis-constructed thought that pulls your body like
a puppet on a thread. This era of madness and agony that fails to
please the human mind and dares to be the unholy. Yes, you know of
them.
And you very well know the brain that
resides on the top floor of your body and know that it's responsible
for everything that you ever do. You realise that sometimes, it turns
it's ear towards white noise. The many times that you let your body
float through the daily shenanigans, avoiding sight, excusing
yourself from the tourists that we all call truth, love.
You feel ashamed, disgusted or even
helpless. But then you forget. 'Cause it's just a phase of recall, a
source of distraction because oh! so much of storage capacity. The
powerful brain, the evil brain, the intelligent brain, the dirty
brain, the lonely brain, the creative brain, the useless brain, the
snappy brain, the clever brain, the brain that is sometimes just one
person, sometimes many.
So just listen a little more.
The brain is really close to your eyes,
isn't it? Can't you see what is does everyday? Take a pill and lie
down. And when you lie down, close your eyes. And let those eyes pop
inwards and float around in your skull. You know where the brain is,
make them follow the veins that network the body. The brain is up to
something mischievous. Look, it's playing with your memories right
now. Mixing, mashing, creating a semi solid product of misery. Hold
that right hand and fold it backwards and put the left one up. And
now slowly, the hand takes a plunge into a river of floating
memories. Some are really light, it sees them whole. Some lie half
submerged, unable to finish their stories. Some cease to exist
because buoyancy is off for lunch. And from whatever it can make
sense from, the left hand of your dear brain tries to fix them, like
an unresolved puzzle. Sometimes creating a vivid portrait of
happiness. Sometimes forming a holocaust of sorts.
After a while, you let the left arm
down and wake up instantly.
Sometimes in shock, sometimes smiling.
Sometimes with absolutely nothing at all and just a weird
self-created hairstyle. Everyday, these brains in our separate bodies
create an imagery that is unresolved, mysterious. Some brains treat
this mystery like the very word. Trying to find the world, maybe
more. Some brains treat it like an omen. Staying away from the world.
Some, like a game. Challenging the world. And some brains treat this
mystery like an opportunity to enter banned hallways in our beautiful
world. Hence, the many brains that we talked about in the third
paragraph.
Thank you for listening.
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