I've had these moments, ever since I was little
where it's almost like my mind dissociates from my body
I ask myself "Who am I?" "Why am I Laura Delahaye"
"What does that even mean?"
I feel so entirely separate from the identity I have created within my own society
that the thought of not fully embodying it...scares me to pieces.
These moments will happen frequently, suddenly
I remember vividly leaving my grandmother's house at eight or nine years old
musing to myself, who was this body, this person I had been born into?
Really, what does it mean...to be me?
It's interesting that this happens to me at a point where
above all things, I should know myself.
But the more often this happens
the more distance I develop between my actions and my waking mind
the more I realize that I am a mystery unto myself
Organized, devoted, and determined at work
In my personal life...who knows what forces it is that guides me
All I know is that I feel strange...
Yet strangely at home in my skin
I'm happy yet I am bewildered
Betwixt mind and body lies the truth of being.
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