An existential lapse in reason
I keep losing myself. Some moments I'll be sitting there, listening to music of some sort or the sound of someone's voice, maybe reading Herodotus, and the next thing I know, I'll be halfway across the room, staring down at the odd girl with the blue scarf in her hair, her legs tucked under her, her eyes skimming across the words on the page. I start to wonder if I really exist, or if I'm just a strange invention of an overactive imagination. Not even my imagination--I could never be that creative.
If I'm but an invention of the mind, who are these other minds that surround me?
Sometimes, when my mind is off travelling in space and time, I wonder if I'll meet someone else's out for a walk. Our minds may mingle and share a special moment and their ideas will become my ideas and our thoughts will mesh. For just a short time, we will be in a delicate balance, a momentary equilibrium, before my mind remembers it has other places to be and rushes off in the opposite direction.
Sometimes I see people, maybe when I'm walking down the street. Sometimes I feel them more than see them. Almost an electric jolt sending a shiver down my spine. Maybe that's when my mind returns from its redezvous with their's and all that extra energy manifests into a physical reaction. Maybe that's why sometimes when I meet someone, I feel as though we've known each other before. Our minds are already friends, but our bodies were still waiting for an introduction.
If I'm but an invention of the mind, who are these other minds that surround me?
Sometimes, when my mind is off travelling in space and time, I wonder if I'll meet someone else's out for a walk. Our minds may mingle and share a special moment and their ideas will become my ideas and our thoughts will mesh. For just a short time, we will be in a delicate balance, a momentary equilibrium, before my mind remembers it has other places to be and rushes off in the opposite direction.
Sometimes I see people, maybe when I'm walking down the street. Sometimes I feel them more than see them. Almost an electric jolt sending a shiver down my spine. Maybe that's when my mind returns from its redezvous with their's and all that extra energy manifests into a physical reaction. Maybe that's why sometimes when I meet someone, I feel as though we've known each other before. Our minds are already friends, but our bodies were still waiting for an introduction.