I begin to smile thinking about the mind, my mind, how it proclaims an object while turning it into a thought, a single thought that is thought to be the essence of curiosity and wonder, as I think of the wonders of a human structure, my structure begins to crumble as I fill myself with the unthinkable cruelty I seem to be attracted to, the attraction of my true self with the falsification of realty, seems so realistic, as the realism of my emotional and mental being finds its distraction with a little physicality of \"Marnesha\" I wonder, I wonder about the wonders of this \"true\" world, the world we know of as trustworthy and nothing less, but actually less than what we\'ve always thought, the thoughts that over fill in what this \"world\" calls my \"mind\" are the true definition of direct falsehood, it was never meant or suppose to be turned into anything more than a neurological sense we call \"thought\"... therefore, I wonder if I smiled, would you believe the wonders that ran through my mind in curiosity...?