All creatures big and small, are at my beck and call.
Fear me, I say but I don't mean it. Call me, I say but I don't feel it.
To see is to exist. To exist is to see.
These fools are me, and I am they.
I don't feel as though I should drown with them, but if I don't will I ever be found?
To exist is to see, to see is to exist.
Will I be free of the current of water? Or will I allow myself to drown? What is it that makes me human? To be so far apart from others, what is it that keeps me moving?
In the end I am a fool like the rest of them. Just existing is to be foolish. We are all one. I am they, they are me.
Not so far after all, I believe. Not drowning, not away. Just existing in seperate intervals. This shall be my belief , if i may.
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
