I do not know what to believe,
It is like I am a cluster of thousands of thoughts,
Thoughts that are the evidence of the the circumstances,
Thoughts that are not mine; but more like in me
Thoughts that I am conditioned to think as a verdict of my emotions.

Maybe I am not me.
Maybe I am just an instrument of the environment,
Maybe I am just an equipment for helping the sustainability of these thoughts,
Maybe these thoughts are the real vase of life,
Maybe they are what it means to be alive.