I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about uniqueness of one’s mind. Are our ghosts just echoes of world around us? Chemicals in our physical bodies? Mysterious code in our cells?
I recognize my patterns, my sense of self, but I can’t stop wondering are we really that different from each other? I see you, I hear words you say and sentences you form to relay your thoughts, but I still can’t feel you. I can touch you, feel the warmth of your skin. I can feel your body cramp up in pain or relaxing after you've laughed, but I still can’t grasp the essence of you, of how it feels to be you, only how your presence makes me feel.
We are trapped in our bodies without a way to fully grasp each other. Mixing ourselves in between blurred lines. We sure can try our best.
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Song of the day: Joseph William Morgan, Shadow Royal - Hey Man, Nice Shot (Ben Grosse Mix)
Thought of the day: Human forms and shading still a challenge
Tiny happiness of the day: Lazy Sunday pancakes