Descartes and I could have
been friends. They asked me,
"Why must you always analyze?"
I asked myself, "Why can't I just feel?"
Because for me feeling is like,
beginner's swimming.
I'm trapped in one place and
all I'm aware of is that I'm drowning;
in: anxiety, love, despair, jealousy ...and more. But,
when I think, it's like I'm a surgeon. Cold,
removed, and finding the truth.
I can see more than just me. I can
understand more than just my own
feelings. I analyze, therefore I am.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
