by GMS75Florida, USA
Jun 2013 567 Views 5 comments
SITTING
sitting....
so i sit.
staring at this wall...
neither alive,
or dead.
somewhere in between...
i am.
somewhere folded upon my breath...
i rest.
somewhere touching the icey cold window pane...
i look.
it is this stillness the gives me identity...
neither irish nor american...white....nor black...
male nor female...
...just still awareness...
I am.
so i sit.
staring at this wall...
neither alive,
or dead.
somewhere in between...
i am.
somewhere folded upon my breath...
i rest.
somewhere touching the icey cold window pane...
i look.
it is this stillness the gives me identity...
neither irish nor american...white....nor black...
male nor female...
...just still awareness...
I am.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013
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Comments (5)
is someone like you in this world. ;)
Its kind of peaceful and renews your brain
Nice writing sweet man.
Hugsss