I am lost, therefore, I am free.

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.


She gave me life but she took it away from me. She gave me life for me to do what she wants. Not what I want. That’s not a life to live. That’s not even living.

  1. thoughtsandfingertips posted this
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