Life- Too abstract to measure..
Who is it living at the very core? The moody one. A figure who others use to observe and analyze who we are from. These figures we make ourselves a part of. Each day, each second is a drama. What is that abstract feeling, out of which all the feelings are inherited and polished into specific and rigid definitions? Do we feel those simple feelings purely at all? Isn't the taste of something the best conclusion our mind can reach by the efforts of senses.. ? Aren't we extending that basic figure into our own versions?
What if the mirror isn't right? What if we go blind to those figures? Being just fine physically. Would we see totally different then? Maybe a different kind of image, painted by colours we don't know yet. How will you look right now if you were made of feelings than a face made of skin? Will I ever be able to guess your look if you just teleport yourself out of physics? Would I still see you? Or would you see yourself in the mirror then? Would you believe it then? Or, would you still not let anyone see the inner image, if you dont have the basic lines anymore?
I am a figure. A setup of colours. A glow within borders. A thought floating like a halo, just hidden behind illusions of mass and gravity. Can you see me, how I am changing shape and colour right now? Can we still talk? Do we have to talk? I am not my face, or my name, or religion, or my skin- I am a fume flying back and forth and so are you.
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Why so serious?
I am tryin' to have a moment here..
Hey.. Wanna know how I got these scars?
Who gives a shit about your face anyways..
Everybody knows me by my image..
What if I dont have a suit anymore..
I 'll be out of comics, cartoon shows..
My hollywood career too would be ruined to ashes.. !
But guess what- a new Batman is just born..
A saint Batman!
Life is just too short to live with that good man certainty.. Yes, settling into a pillar to hold responsibilities is a good thing. But getting lost in physics forever is a wastage of that abstractness. What if for a second- life is seen outside of living at a place, studying in a college or working somewhere? A fine balance between dreams and reality is, of course, something to be understood. Life is too short for living outside the line as well.. But how would you paint yourself right now if we can't go by the mirror or any kind of replication? Which colour are you made of right now? What's your shape? And gesture? Can you see yourself? Would you still let others see you?
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