skin

i feel the fragility of my physical form most keenly when sick. we are contained by such expendable bodies surrounded by shadows that limit and threaten to abbreviate us. sometimes, witnessing the strife and achievement of our species is uplifting and inspiring. but when the focus shifts to the physical frame of a person, suddenly in light of the volume of a human soul, the haphazard design of the package defies logic and terrifies. to think that our shells and the confusion of the inner mechanical workings that keep us moving through our physical space could be so imperfect and splintered, all the while holding a fathomless, ever-expanding, gorgeous humanity... sends a chill through my body and causes my nonphysical self to shrink back and hesitate.

if life is a miracle, and death is a tragedy, then the gauntlet-like set up of this world is one hell of a scam.