Eva 00

by Heather   Nov 30, 2011


Mountain. Heavy mountain. It changed over a long period of time.
The sky. Blue sky. Invisible objects. Visible objects.
The sun. There is only one.
Water. Something comfortable.
Flowers. There are many of the same ones. There are many unnecessary ones too.
The sky. Red, red sky.
The color red. I don't like red.
Flowing water. Blood. The smell of blood.
A girl who never bleeds.
A human created from red clay.
A human created by a man and woman.
Cities. Built by humans.
Dolls. Built by humans in a human image.
What is human? It's created by God.
Are we Gods dolls?
No. Humans are created by humans.
I have a life...a heart.
A casing for the heart.
The entry plug. It's the throne of the soul.
Who is this? It is me.
Who am I? What am I?
I am myself. This object is myself. It's a shape of myself. A visible self.
But I don't feel like myself.
It's very strange.
I feel like I'm going to dissolve.
I cannot recognize myself.
My figure is disappearing.
I feel someone else.
Is there anyone beyond here?
Who are you?

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  • 12 years ago

    by My Other Side

    This is very intersting...complicated and shows the variables in life. Oh yes this is about the questioning of all things in life, about life, why life, and how is it life. "Exsistientialist dread" is the name of this thought process. But, don't be discouraged by thoughts like this. It is an elevated form of thinking. It does indeed make us unique from other animals...including our own kind...lol I too wrote something of a similar frame it is called "Forever Silent" it may be posted here...let me go look. OK, It was not there but is posted now. I do hope to see more of your work. Please do not feel as though you are insignificant. You are not. You ARE!!!

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