i, me, you

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
it's a small article about the world in a connection to myself. in a merger to myself.

Submitted: December 15, 2016

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It's 6 in the morning. The atmosphere around is beautiful but somehow my mind is chaotic. So many thoughts erupt as if I didn't wake up, but a volcano erupted. "I am my chaos." Pushed myself to sleep again. The eyes shut but bled of dreams. Dreams that are out of the things that I thought about but never really did contemplate upon. It's 10 now, sleep was for 8 hours, but still it's all blurry, body might have rested, mind hasn't. "I am my illusion for the day." There's a music playing, is it 'Faded'. Well, literally it is. I flip the news. Kids died in Allepo, Shias killed Sunnis, Buddhist monks blasted a place, Some kid shot a mass, some cop killed a black person, girls raped so many that I can make a data chart of their age groups with tally marks, some guy accused of fake crimes, some countries that didn't even bother to acknowledge their war crimes, law bent and broken, money manipulation and corrupt minds, bodies and souls. "I am society's shame." I can see a blunt rolled and then burnt, I feel the smoke coming in, I'm calm, chaos left me, I'm happy, or am I? I leave for work, I complain about the traffic, the infrastructure, my vote gone waste. Read a book on my Kindle, or the smell of a new book exciting me to turn the pages again and again. I think I'm intellectual, or am I? "I'm the helplessness of mankind." I scroll my newsfeed and see people pursuing their passion, some new YouTube channel, some kid dancing, a girl singing, a guy making people laugh, someone scored a goal, some dudes scoring centuries like it's a piece of cake, some grandslam winners for whom it's a walk in the park, some guy founding a new business, some actors winning Oscar, some people flying in the space, some underprivileged with gold medals. My fingers type on the keyboard. My head fiddles in appreciation. "I'm humanity's broken dream." I carry the burden of debts, I think about paying bills, life is material things, my definition is my ownership and vice versa. The smoke had settled in my eyes again. The green has made me awake and my awakening is pale. I feel pain for others but forget mine, I'm selfless. I'm selfish and give a damn about the rest. I want to be Darwin's 'starboy'. "I'm the duality of the surrounding." I preach things, I talk stuff, I have opinions. I speak out, I keep shut. I'm the orthodox of your mind, I'm the liberal of your kind. I'm the sexism of sexes, I'm the pseudo of yourselves. I'm the superlative of myself, I'm the worthless reflection of you. I walk back home, or the place where I reside. I'm the uncertainty of survival, I'm the probability of growing. I'm sleepy, I'm hungry, I'm thirsty. I glutton it all, I'm the starving night sky, my stars have been stolen. My air is filthy, my water is dirty. My soul corrupted, a depleted ozone. I'm the movement of thoughts and ideas, I'm the fragility of them. I'm blurry. I'm the weakness of my heart, I'm the strength of my world. "I'm a by product of evolution." "I'm Me, I'm us!" "What am I? Am I you?"


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