Sea of Humanity

The Cells

They got lots of walls. I am made up of millions of their nuclei and millions of their endoplasmic reticulum. All of the golgis wrapped in their membranes. They covene and join, and conspire to make me as I finish up in this waiting line controlled by a bouncer.

How do I know this? How do I know these molecular organisms within my system? I feel them. I can feel all of them. I can feel their every little move, from the golgi apparatus processing my proteins to the power of those distinct organelles called my mitichondria. Soon, my cells and I will be pushed out to sea, with a fate determined, our floaties held high for fearing of drowning. For now, however, they begin to determine my make up, my appearance. If you look at me, you would not be able to recognize me nor describe me. I am without identity, waiting for a decided fate and the action.