My body is nothing,
but a vessel for my mind and soul.
A protective casing.
My body isn't me.
I am not this person.
I am a soul, a feeling,
an idea.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but my words could change the world.
I am an inexperienced psychological matter.
A perpetual phenomenon of thought in space.
WIthout the constant stream of idea, emotions, and feelings
I am nothing,
Bare, incomplete.
All beauty would cease to flow from every stem.
My world a complicated foreign rock,
Floating, unforgiving, and cold.
I am my mind, that is where I am.
as of now...
