I wish i could describe to you the way wind feels.
I want to feel wind all the time.
I know Nothing. I am nothing. I feel nothing.
Constant Contradictory Confusion and disillusion
Feeling lost, then found
misinterpreting all things profound
I search for the answers in the unknown
And counteract my fear of what i don't know.
Wind reminds me who i am
but can i find more to life than the comfort provided by a man?
I don't understand
the difference between what parts and thoughts are
biological, psychological or spiritually philosophical.
I dream to understand
Why thoughts and thoughts of thoughts
can bring truth to fiction
And cause you to make fantasy into reality
i fear i am dillusional in actuality.
What feelings are rational?
What words are me
And which are who i wish to be?
A little lost, losing to lots
Of confusing thoughts.
What's more concrete,
A feeling or a thought?
Which lastes longer?
Which is stronger?
Which is not?
Which is more delicate?
A touch or a kiss?
A hand or the lips?
A breath or the fingertips?
There is power in understanding you know nothing
at times i feel as though i am nothing,
i fear the moments i feel nothing.
With my feet against concrete
i feel it impossible to feel the earth's energy.
and so The wind i breathe around me
does not bring life into me
I felt the wind and i felt afraid.
My fear of the world won't let me be brave
Am i the sun or stars?
Do i know myself at all?