I wonder about the worlds that we coexist with at the same time..
How cool it must be to have countless of ourselves existing at the same time, invisible to each other...
They're living in another - same world where their lives are different because you made a different choice.. no matter how small that choice was.. but it was different and that changed your life completely..
You maybe chose to not eat food one day,
Or maybe be nice to that shy person in your class,
Or maybe you helped someone..
Or maybe you just didnt do anything..
And that decision that you took.. changed your life.
Isn't it so amazing when you think about it?
People talk about the different personalities you show depending on your mood,
But maybe there's a pathway to the other worlds that is created when you have emotions flooding in you..
Maybe each emotion is connected to a different version of you thats living in another version of Earth.
And maybe thats why people show different sides of them depending on the situation.. its not their fault that their doppelganger from Earth existing in a different time, is different.
Maybe people who are diagnosed with mental diseases are not actually sick.. but are in fact critically connected to, themselves..
And maybe some people are not dramatic, emotional or sensitive.. but have just strong connections to multiple versions of themselves which makes it hard for them to focus on just one.. so they frantically try to please all their alters in hopes of having some peace in their minds for even just a few seconds..
Maybe people who are suffering from depression are not in fact depressed.. but its the lack of connections in the them and the virtually real worlds that makes them sad..
And maybe the schizophrenic beings amongst us just have too many of their own voices with different opinions, screaming their own thoughts in them.
But if these connections weren't there..
I wonder how or what people would be.
I wonder if they would feel things..
See things not just at face value but at the soul level too.
Hear things not just because they had ears, but because they wanted to hear what that bird on the tree branch that they can see.. sounds like, or what the traffic sounds like.. or what the water pearls falling from the grey sky sounded like.. or if Earth sounded as beautiful as it looked like..
Sometimes I feel like I wonder too much for someone who doesn't have anything in their mind to talk about...
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The Psyche Of Mine
Poetry**** I've never really known how to move, where to see or what to feel.. But sometimes, I have moved enough to be alive, I have seen enough to not go blind, And I have felt words enough to feel.. **** **** Its my first time properly penning down m...
