Chaos

As much as we try to psychologically detach ourselves from the inexorable chaos outside our perception, as much as we try to understand—meticulously peeling away at the seemingly innumerable number of layers of reality that constitute an ultimate truth—there seems to be nothing more undeniably real and irrevocably true than our feelings and emotions. 

The pure, unfettered joy of eating when famished, drinking when parched, resting when exhausted,

The warm comfort of a mother’s embrace, 

The relentless gravity of a lover that tugs upon our hearts,

The searing pain of burning hot oil splashing onto our skin,

The visceral panic when a large animal charges at us, 

They are all but atoms, scattering haphazardly in space.

They are all but players in this nonsensical game we call life.

But in that moment before our minds can rationally justify how we feel, we are one with the chaos.