Somebody once handed me a flyer.

It read 

“YOU EXIST”

 

The aftertaste of such an idea

lasted long beyond the introduction

 

Existence.

A vibrating silhouette of an idea

that can shred my mind to pieces and

expose me from the inside out

like a orange stripped of its skin

 

To split the pole

around the idea of being?

thinly slicing it

into dissected digestible bites

 

I think therefore I think, no?

All is as it was

And to ponder is to torment

 

But in reality

 

I am no more a possession of myself

Than I am a creation of yours

and those around me

Thrown together in a careless conglomeration

hoping I turn out exactly as planned

 

Debate with me, I beg you

Find the holes in my words

And through them find who I really am

Please

 

For in this instance I am evergreen...

And for every inch I grow

I remain the same

 

and If a tree falls in the forest

Who cares if it makes a sound?

Will I even make a sound?

 

Let’s speak together

In riddles and truths

Secrets and false promises

Meant to be kept

 

I am I

But only as much as

He is she and

You are we

And they are what we ought not to be

 

I want to influence the world

put it atop my shoulders 

and shrug off the pain

Atlas of a new and changing world

 

These have been long nights

but not for nought

as I dwindle away

I leave nothing but my words on paper

and the lives I have changed

 

Throw my mind into a blender and

See me for the first time

It is there that I flourish

In the madness

Of spinning blades

I am I

But only as much as

 

This is me...

But everything ever said is worth questioning.