WE BECOME WHAT WE CONSUME.
our bodies are made of what we eat.
they’re also made of what we see, hear,
EXPERIENCE.
our hearts know, what we’ve felt.
– hence, you can pretty much choose,
what you’re made of (? / !).
I don’t know.
TO WHICH EXTENT?!
+ anyways,
where are the borders between
body, mind, heart,
if there are any?
+ yes, you can choose in certain situations,
BUT then there’s the rest of life,
which HAPPENS.
(most of the times we don’t choose
to get hurt by someone else for instance
– still it does something with us.)
LET ME FEED YOU FROM THE INSIDE.
the SOUL is screaming from the top of my lungs
– or somewhere further down.
music: RED BULL, WATCHA GONNA DO, WHEN HE’LL VOMIT YOU?
is a song I’m currently working on.