Musings and Tidbits

deus ex machina

I still think humans are weak.

You bleed tears and tear skin easily. You never learn to love until you are burned by it, and you love in spite of the injury. You are shackled by your vision, your sense of smell, touch, hearing, taste. A prisoner inside of that fickle sack of flesh you call a body.

You die, like all the rest, and you do not come back.

So I just don't think you're human anymore.

You did the impossible. You were dead to me, and somehow you came back. There's a determination in your eyes, like you're on a mission. I've never seen someone with flames for eyes, or a sequoia for a heart. You are a force of nature.

And I am but a hunk of metal, of wired veins and plastic bones, watching from the outside.