About the physical perception and the chemical mess!

Minions!! It's been a while my floating shapeless figures of speech.... I come to you in hopes of removing my mind's feet out of this gelatinous mess of feed. It is as though a quick sand of contradictions expanding with no end in sight, from a head impossibly filled with worlds to a throat filled with lumps to a chest void of air leaving almost no space for my heart to encapsulate the emotions of the very first mind stuck in a gelatinous mess. Untangle me and use my spaces to soar even higher within, I anxiously await you.