I am not convinced that I am alive, as part of me is
decaying as seconds go by, yet I recognize life in me.
So, am I alive yet disappearing or dead tissue given
vanishing life? Am I living backwards, going backwards
into the source of life, having been born from a spot
in which my life was a sparkle?
As I walk and go about my business, I feel the potential
of not being here anymore, occupying the same space
as the one I do --the one who talks, breathes, moves,
thinks. It is confusing, as the potential of being and
not being take the same presence, the one which others
and myself conceive as that entity who is me.
What am I?
Originally posted by SeitseWatch the movie, Jacob's Ladder, and tell me if you see anything familiar.
I am not convinced that I am alive, as part of me is
decaying as seconds go by, yet I recognize life in me.
So, am I alive yet disappearing or dead tissue given
vanishing life? Am I living backwards, going backwards
into the source of life, having been born from a spot
in which my life was a sparkle?
As I walk and go about my business, I feel the pote ...[text shortened]... same presence, the one which others
and myself conceive as that entity who is me.
What am I?
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Leaves that fall spring back again
But what happens in between
Look! See!
My mind a bewildering army of branches
covered in leaves
Wind and my leaves rustle
Water and my leaves drink
Sunlight and my leaves flourish
Death and my leaves feast
My mind of leaves
Surely something to behold
When cold strikes they fall
They rot and they dissolve
They feed shamed landscape
They leave me bare
Wind hollow
Water frozen
Sunlight dim
Death without meaning
Where is my mind then?
Deep sleep - almost dead - unaware - uninterested
Last thought?
Leaves that fall spring back again.
So is that what I am?
A tree for ideas to grow on?
Ideas that fall spring back again.
Yes.
Originally posted by SeitseWhat are you? same as me and everyone else - a narcissist 😀
I am not convinced that I am alive, as part of me is
decaying as seconds go by, yet I recognize life in me.
So, am I alive yet disappearing or dead tissue given
vanishing life? Am I living backwards, going backwards
into the source of life, having been born from a spot
in which my life was a sparkle?
As I walk and go about my business, I feel the pote ...[text shortened]... same presence, the one which others
and myself conceive as that entity who is me.
What am I?
