neuroscience

the miracle of life isn't much of a miracle; two bodies collide and their worlds are then a pinnacle of daisies and downfalls and neurological corruptions--truly simple sources of evil chemical eruptions. what am i afraid of? i suppose that if you know me better than i know myself myself, you'd say storms, maybe world wars, or perhaps even simply just cutting myself on broken thorns. but here is the reality of this unfortunately disastrous emotional poverty: i fear that i let people down and waste the air circulating within me.