“Leave me alone, please, I’m trying to play the brain.”
The brain is a being that is being,
Powerful enough to supply those around it with fleeting,
Unsubstantial,
Feeding,
Life.
A strife that is ongoing, connected from one to the next in the night, through a tunnel of light, a hole of black, the pupil which grants sight.
The feeling rushes through this hole, painting a body with soul, a color never to be known.
Making its way to the source, this hue rears its horse and yells to its country men of anger, happiness, and those of the grandeur, the uncountable: the Emotion.
When Emotion and the Being meet, with such devotion, they embrace the notion of something more, and at their core the cycle begins again,
Evermore.
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