Your whole life, a textbook of chemistry

We are but carbon based lifeforms. Our

emotions are chemical reactions, and our dreams are

just a violent outburst of kinetic energy.

Whom are we kidding? Our lives are many-handed

wanting to bond with everything else, some

failing, some succeeding, some ending in

pyre, some in purgatory.

Our lives are innocent little sparks that drown out

after a millisecond.

Your indecisions are writing new chapters in a book

that you will never get to read. But know this.

A billion years from now, a museum of human

emotions will remain, like the dry canals of Mars.

You can rejoice that day.

Today, we’re the specks in a cogwheel, insignificantly

significant, but too similar to be detected.

Too proud to bow down, too cocky to

apologize. But the skins will shed, the

superiority complex will go away. That day

we will celebrate the lives made of textbooks

that became fossils for another

species.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s