CAFFEINE FREE

the constellation of stars and horoscopes baffle me as much as how a brain works. your brain, my brain, everyone else's brains. if your pre-programmed chip looks exactly like mine, with blood pulsating through living viens, why do your thoughts and my thoughts repel so strongly?

i have an image in my head, that if i were to put my head against your head, before our earlobes can even touch, i would feel the magnetic fields and their strongholds pushing my head away-a temple throbbing experience.

if i were to shine a torch in your eyes, would they reflect a glassy stare? could i find myself in them? or will the fire in your eyes consume the light? could i read your eyes, im sure they'll look like mine.

isnt it strange that a little muscle that mechanically pumps blood in and out all day long gets all the credit and mention in countless bold declarations, prose and poetry?

maybe if you kept quiet enough, beneath the silent thumping of your heart, you could actually hear a tiny whirr of mechanisms clicking and churning out thoughts which repel mine and attract another.

those thoughts, they will pass through your voicebox and through vibrations of the air molecules, come out as words that reach my ears and transmit waves which eventually reaches my brain, repel them and send a sting to the little muscle that does nothing but pump blood.

that unsuspecting little thing that does nothing but pump blood, no wonder you deserve those lines and pages in truth and lies, words that bind.