Hollow and empty. 1st interpretation.

Have you had the feeling that you are in a movie? have you ever felt surreal?

But not as if it were not true. The complete opposite.

a moment so pure

so conscious and present

a complete state of awareness

and a sense of fullness

so vibrant and alive.

If you have, you will also know that when you look back on it… that is when it feels surreal. We drift so vaguely through the days, that when we experience moments like this… it is hard to believe that they are actually happening. And as true and real as they felt in the moment, we insist in remembering them as an illusion. a mirage. the too-good-to-be-true moment. And if you’ve ever experienced a moment like this (which I think, at one point or another, everybody has) you will know that it IS true. There’s no denying it. And it doesn’t matter what actually happened, what you were feeling like the day before, or the next. When you feel so present, there’s no space in the soul for the intellect to worry about past or future.

I think that to perpetuate that moment is to flow. Despite our common believe, we can actually choose to just be. And, it is at times like this that I wonder… how did we ever forget that? why did we ever stop?

we are not what we are anymore

we are what we have

we are what we pretend

we are what we want to be

we are what is expected of us

we are what WE expect from us

we are what we want to leave behind

we are a composition of things we like

books we read, bands we listen to, places we’ve been.

But we are not.

We are what we were before we had the capacity of making thoughts into words.

We are that person standing in the moment that looks like a movie scene in our memories.

We are present and being. And for as long as we are not being and present. We are just a glimpse, the essence of a whole.

I am not the things I look at

I am the bewildered eyes that just see and stand perplexed not sure how to wonder.

I am not the music I listen to

I am the rhythm the flows effortlessly from my feet, to my hips, to my arms and my head.

I am not the girl with the pretty eyes

I am the warmth of an embrace that feels timeless

I am not my age, and my aspirations, and my goals.

I am just beam of light, muffled by sound of the whole world

a gleam of existence

I am just a being… hollow and empty.