Ground control

Have you every thought that we are just a smaller versions of ourselves trapped in our heads, in one big control room. Moving levers and pushing buttons to move arms, wrists, legs and toes. We hide behind our eyes like the accountant hides behind his glasses. It's hard to truly know what someone is feeling or thinking behind all of our layers. When we drown, the same motions are made to grab oxygen as the flow of the gears shifting about to fend off frustration, up there, all alone, in the control room.