Random little thoughts.

You wake up. You breathe. You inhale. You exhale.

You open your eyes to the world organized through each fibre of your iris, each compartment of your being, and you breathe some more.

Through your eyes, your telescopes of perception you guide yourself through the everyday certainties and surprises of life, of your destiny, or your prearranged path... of whatever you would like to call it.

Everything is organized.

Your calculated inhalations and exhalations

Your blinks, smiles, words

Your sentances of criticism and compassion

Your books, music, religion

Even your chaos.

Each thought filtered through cerebral tunnels and files to fall off of your lips

Each movement characterized and placed through correct alignment

Each feeling of passion and desire, lust and hate channeled at a pre calculated level

You get out of bed and walk to the mirror analyzing the symmetry of your face, the paired eyes, ears, lips and cheeks...

You walk down the street to the left and right

to the left and right

to the left and right

to the left and right.

You stop

You go

Inhale- Exhale.