What am I?
The face in the mirror
Yes, I’m me, the body,
But I watch the body.
I watch fingers tapping at the keyboard
I make them move
They belong to me
I can see thoughts too,
They create swirls of feelings like ice cream cones
Trains move through the station of this head that I can feel and I’m the only passenger on the platform.
So I’m the passenger and there’s no one around when I really look. When I look from Me,
This floating eye moving through the landscape of dimensions that I once knew and that I could one day come to
Possibly I’m just depressed and longing for the answer to the questions that could serve me to my sustenance
but I believe in curiosity and the fruits of persistence
When falling from the path of the heart, I throw a line and hope it finds it’s destination
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Photography by Rafael Guajardo