Conscious Re-created

And you look everywhere, towards all directions, towards all the faces you know and faces you see for the first time, and there's no recognition of what you know or lived. Everything feels disconnected from it's common place, from normality. There isn't anything that speaks to you or makes you feel at home. You're not in the wrong place but you're not somewhere close either...

And time flows like a river. The water just keeps sliding of your hands, passing through the sensitive skin between your fingers. It feels nice, but how can you sustain it for just a bit longer?

You don't feel like you belong anywhere, but you're here and you're part of everything. As if you've lost your clothes and you're standing naked in solitude.
Who are you when no one is watching?
Who is this ignorance person that questions him/herself about who they are and gets no answer?

You love but you say you're lost. You care, but you know very little about this all everything. You desire and wish but you complain there's hurt in believing with your eyes closed.


You can see your own shadow on the ground, and staring at your full grown hand you whisper to yourself that there's more in you than anyone will ever know.

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."
—
Friedrich Nietzsche