the great battle within

a complex of mind and flesh - a great war between the mental and the physical rages throughout the body. it is covered in deception, lies, trickery. it destroys the battleground on which the unending clash takes place. one side battles against a reality the other has created. the mind creates what it believes to be truth and then puts all its faith in that idea; the body tries to counter it. the mind feasts and feels gluttonous, overwhelmed by food - the body starves. their mind takes over. it convinces the body that the stomach is expanding, that it is stretched beyond what it can bear and will soon burst into tiny pieces of flesh and sizzling drops of acid, when in reality the stomach is shrivelling, soon to be nothing but useless tissue. the mind expands its dominance. thoughts of obesity, ridicule, and dissatisfaction are shaped into bombs and dropped on the truth to destroy it. truth no longer matters. it never mattered. all that matters now is an idea. a fear. a fallacy of enormous size that grows larger by day to the point where soon it will be unconquerable. a lie so big no army on the face of the earth - or army of people to be discovered on other planets - or the combination of both - would ever be able to bring it to submission. the body stumbles. it is losing the battle. it is growing weak. you can sit there and watch it die. and thats all you do, you watch. you find excuses to not say anything. its like a horrible drama unfolding inside their body and all you do is watch it. you cry. you get angry. you think of things to say, but never say them. another step, another stumble, another step, another stumble. you watch it grow weak in front of your very eyes. all you see is a wounded body - wounded by its own mind. an unintentional suicide, the inevitable end. the body is weak. the body is wounded. all from one thought, one twisted perception of how valuable life is. the idea is killing it. a battle leading to surrender leading to imprisonment and torture leading to weakness leading to death. the first four accomplished, all thats left is to die. and still, i watch.