Wednesday, May 21, 2014
What Am I?
So I've spent a lot of time thinking, as most people do, and a lot of my thought is supplemented by conversations I have with one of my friends. Well, I've started to question what I am. I've always thought about it, and looked into it. I already decided I'm an empath, but is such a status bound to a physical means. To be more clear, you know how atleast once in your life you will experience not being comfortable in your own skin? Like you don't belong in your body? Well I tend to always feel like that, not saying I feel like I was supposed to be born a girl, but more like I belong more as an astral body that doesn't need a vessel. I've wondered, maybe I'm just the result of being a vessel for another higher spiritual being that dwells in me as does myself. I'll honestly never know though. I just never felt like a part of society as much as I feel like I belong as a part of the global consciousness. I just as much feel disgusted with my status as a human. I'm a cynic of humanity to the extent where I'm gonna assume people are stupid rather than that they have any level of intelligence if I've never met them before. As my Human Geography teacher said, fact is just a reflection of a person's developed reality. To me, it's a fact that humanity will always be stupid. This is just because most people I ever end up talking to make me feel like I'm drowning in a sea of idiocy and ignorance. To extend that comment, ignorance is a lack of knowledge, and idiocy is how a person will act out of that lack of knowledge. But back to my feeling of not belonging on a physical plain. I find that I have an insatiable infatuation with the sounds of words. To me, a song's lyrics don't really have to make sense, as long as there's a nice rhythm to it and a fancy swirl of assonance, consonance, alliteration, rhyme and other sound devices. I find it close to impossible to write "poetry" without a rhyme scheme. Like fuck, before when I had nothing to say but knew I wanted to talk to someone I'd just give them a line of nonsense that was straight up alliteration. It was a proper sentence it just didn't make sense to people.I mean I can't ramble as well right now though, I did better last night when I was talking to my friend about it.
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