My breath lingers in the frozen air,
and snow dampens the noise.
I contemplate what it means
to be.
I guess that’s the question,
didn’t Shakespeare say?
I don’t know
what I want anymore.
I’m cornered between,
finding purpose,
and accepting the possibility
that, maybe
there isn’t any.
Someone asked me
isn’t that
a liberating thought?
…is it?
a choice
in deciding your purpose,
instead of subscribed rules
but,
how do you begin?
I’m a mechanical person,
following instructions
and looking
out the windows
on winter days,
at the snow covered forest –
a personification
of
how the rain looks
when it bathes us.
I’m aching
to be bathed
but then,
what clothes
do I wear?
What is this
body I encapsulate?
Who decides
what story I tell?
written in times’ fabric
imprinting my existence
and my insignificance
My breath lingers in the frozen air,
and snow dampens the noise.
I contemplate what it means
to be…
Those are my thoughts today. Until tomorrow, friends!
Semi-Daily Thoughts 