/lit/ - Literature

What am I? or who am I should I ask? I have no being and this much I know. No self for I do not exist. I am something yet nothing. Two worlds and in between, there I lie in the gap that is left. Between existence and non-existence, therefore I am but I'm not. Here I exist, but no fact I produce into the world where I am.

Every day in every morning I woke up as something different, sometimes human, sometimes not. I've been human, I've been a dog and a cat, I've been a desk and a fridge and a bed. I have no esscence aside of identity itself, aside of the thin layer that cover every being and makes a boundary between what it is and what is not. I am what holds existence together and avoid everything fall appart.

I don't do anything as you may expect, and I can only observe how people behave, how you behave. Here I observe, and I wonder why and why not, I see them and I see you but I cannot know nor understand or even ignore.

Do you understand yourself? Do people understand themselves? What's the meaning of "hello" and why people say it? Are they aware of how they grew just like a machine constructed by the world? Are they how they are because someday they'll no longer be?T Tomorrow I'll no longer be who I am yet still be and a tomorrow I can always expect to be what I am not, but can you say the same about you? What if, what if I were humand and every day and every second I lived not only will no longer be but also means a step forward to the grave and fade into nothingness?

I observe, and what it is is not but a continuous state of decay. Everything falls appart at a slowly but steady pace. Every second your cells die, your body rotten and your skin gets old. You will not know for you can't see the difference of what you were yesterday, but I - the ever changing being can, and someday twenty or maybe thirty years you will look at yourself and ask, "What am I?"

You are dissolving into nothingness, that I can tell. Forgotten for ever, you like every being. Do you remember every moment of you life fifteen years ago?, what about twenty or even forty years ago? Can't you remember? Tha'ts you being dead. You're not one but many and many of which no longer exist, not dead since then you could remember, but lost into the void of existence itself to no ever come again. And now, will you be alive tomorrow? Do you think you will remember this very moment in every future of your life? Will you remember the sun, the rain and the world as it was in these last days of your life?

How does it feel knowing that your life as a continumm will be forgotten forever, only to remember scattered piece of old pictures? Very soon and way before your body colapses, you will be dead, and nothing of today or yesterday or tomorrow you will remember

Today I'm a mirror. Tomorrow you will not see me again.