Friday, June 12, 2009

My 16 Bit Hand

Friday, June 12, 2009


I write,
I dream,
I think(,)
I'm me

I have my beliefs and the voice behind my eyes is real, but I'm not so sure it's mine.
Every word is a string of data programmed into me since birth.
That's why every conversation feels nothing like me.
Because I'm being dragged out of freedom, and now I have to interact with others.
But since every thought is a poolful of 1's and 0's, wouldn't that make me more programmed than them?

It's hard to imagine a world
without word; without definition;
without absolute; without thought;
without is
without us
 
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