to be human

how indivuality is something we share.

so this is who the others see when i'm around,
all these thoughts and neuroses,
tightly bound
to a frame that I can scarcely recognise
but yet feels mine
and mimics the line of movement that I direct,
correct in every nuance.

every breeze that drifts across,
colliding with the senses,
defines me.
a private section of our universe
for each of us, created
to house what we share,
but retain individually:
what it is to be me.

Reviews

[celyn]

nice description of a confusing almost-understanding of how we live.
i can really relate to the abstract sort of way in which you seem distant and detatched in explaining yourself..
especially in the lines:
"tightly bound
to a frame that I can scarcely recognise"
well written and structured. a great piece.

[superneutral]

good stuff. interesting subject matter. perception, the world ego/ consciousness. are we different? who knows.
'every breeze that drifts across,
colliding with the senses,
defines me.'
perfect.

:)
super

[NightDream]

Great flow and meaning. Truely a great read that causes one to reflect on themselves and how both we and others view us. Great job of setting the tone for this piece.