Stoned0651

Who am i. The question hopefully i can find answer to someday.

I am neither my emotions, nor my thoughts.

Desires, longings all the same.

Neither am i my stories nor my glories.

I am not my intellect or my words. Scholar, Pauper all the same

I am neither my nature nor my behaviour.

What's good what's bad. Praises, Accusations all the same

I am not my deeds nor my attachments.

What's real what's fake. Faces, masks all the same

Mystery of life

Life as we know it is the period between birth and death. Period itself is made up of moments. Everything is frozen in moments.

I am the continuity of moments.

I am this moment.

I never was nor will i ever be

I am