I exist,
Isn't it strange?
I know when I exist,
And I don't know when I don't.
Why am I at this moment and not in another?
Isn't it strange?
Consciousness is independent, of other Consciousnesses.
I'm me and not my mother.
Why I'm not my mother?
Isn't it strange that I exist right now?
Why I'm not dead yet?
Why I am alive right now?
I could have been alive at past, but I'm alive in the present.
I just have memories of the past, and imagination of the future.
I really don't know.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesieIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
