rambling
we find it hard to break the chains
tradition holds us tight
we cannot take away the pains
placebos hold the silent fight
and through our skin
and through our blood
we exist
but what is it to exist?
is it what we touch and smell?
is it what we see?
what if i see something you havnt layed your eyes upon? would that not exist to you?
although i am sure of my own senses? what if i feel more then i used to feel before?
have i ceased to exist to become something more? something that my former self could not grasp to understand?
there is so much out there that i thought were mere constructions of "infected" minds. but now i see and feel them myself without any fear. how can this be a disease? how can my senses betray. my eyes see what they want to see. and i want to see so much more...
bring it on.
tradition holds us tight
we cannot take away the pains
placebos hold the silent fight
and through our skin
and through our blood
we exist
but what is it to exist?
is it what we touch and smell?
is it what we see?
what if i see something you havnt layed your eyes upon? would that not exist to you?
although i am sure of my own senses? what if i feel more then i used to feel before?
have i ceased to exist to become something more? something that my former self could not grasp to understand?
there is so much out there that i thought were mere constructions of "infected" minds. but now i see and feel them myself without any fear. how can this be a disease? how can my senses betray. my eyes see what they want to see. and i want to see so much more...
bring it on.