"You are the universe, expressing itself as human for a little while."
- Eckhart Tolle
The chemical composition of paper is lignin and cellulose, I said to myself.
And then I
scratched the graphite end of the pencil-sharp and eager-
on the sketchbook.
(I hate drawing.)
Synonyms, I thought.
Synonyms.
*
"The definition of 'the Earth' is as follows: a rocky planet, third from the sun, situated in the solar system, in orbit amongst the stars," the astronomer told me.
Wrong, my mind told me. The Earth is the soil between the bend of my toes.
The radioactive decay at the core,
the nuclear-powered, industry-driven,
the continental shifts,
the convention currents in the aerosphere caressing my hair and
reminding me that
I am yet another drop in this lake,
a pixel of a screen,
a letter in a poem.
(I pause at this point in time.)
But...
the Earth is also-
the smiles of my past,
the salty tears,
profanities,
boys made of Styrofoam,
girls made of plastic,
friends made of bones,
enemies made of gloss,
and everyone in-between.
Synonyms, I thought.
So many synonyms.
*
"Who are you?"
Who am I? What is my definition?
Am I the bones in my body? The forgotten people
that I bury at night?
The fluorescent lighting of the city,
that buzzes on the small of my back?
*
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SYNONYMS FOR 'ME':
• Nitrogen
• Carbon
• Calcium
• Hydrogen
and sometimes,
• the universe.
PAGE 450
SYNONYMS FOR 'THE UNIVERSE':
• Nitrogen
• Carbon
• Calcium
• Hydrogen
and sometimes,
• a girl.
*
Or am I none of that?
a/n; this was terrible i am very sorry lol
but this is what exams are doing to me
YOU ARE READING
Stagnant
General Fiction[ collection of things that never really fit, short stories, poems, whatevers ] Things that could be so much more, and yet churned to a stop.
