Eloquence,
Rhythm,
Flow,
The romantic within begins to stir.
Eyelids flutter and senses heighten.
Oh how this buzzing still tickles my skull.
Passion,
Question,
Desire,
Concealed beneath this flesh and bone.
Prison.
Mortal and tangible casing,
Confining all the thoughts
Bottled in my brain.
A series of neurons fire.
What are these thoughts? I think
Do they exist? I think
Holding a place in being and time?
Shaping the world around us.
This is who we are.
Thought, our soul.
Fire,
A flash of thought.
Combustion,
Turning being to ash,
Strangely enough,
a strikingly similar process to life.
To THINK,
In the span of all there is, all there was and all there's still to be
we are all but a flash amongst the span of all eternity.
My slumber shall be broken.
Upon this page I write my thoughts
Upon this page I've borne a soul.
This feeling which consumes me now,
Creative thought or loss of control?
Pulsing veins,
Expanding lungs,
The beat of life that hammers at my chest.
"I think, therefore I am"
