i wish there was a way to know my own bones. to observe their unique valleys and curves and ask them philosophical questions about the roles that strength and silence have played on their success. i wonder if they’ll feel lonely, in the end, without the weight of the rest of me – layers of tissues and ribbons of complex tubes – all gone and melted back to some organic state.
or if they’ll feel light and oddly free. as you do in that moment when you’ve longed for silence and finally it’s come and instead of feeling alone, you feel at one with almost everything.