The Very Surreal Being

Tear my melting heart I say
The sound of my words resonates and booms
Booms into buzzes
Flying off as bees
Reaching the grains of pollen
Flapped away by the insect's wings
Into the wind which rushes
And rises
Up the clouds and fall as rain
Down in the muddy ground
Tunneling through the small little canals
Into the root hairs and into the roots
Xylem
Leaves
Stomata
Out into the air
Breathed in through the nose
Down the windpipe into my lungs
Seeping through the tiny holes
Attached to the red blood cells
Through the arteries
Filling my heart
Which finally melts