Once my curiosity led me somewhere.
I searched upon that "what if" everywhere.
Until I stumbled upon some.
"What if" for a decade, I could see no one.

The AI replied, "if that happened to you,
You won't be your brain,
And won't be your fool." (Slave of emotions)
As the spark of my curiosity increased, I thought it to confront.

After that, my man wrote some difficult words.
Pinning right in my heart.
Made the world a bit fainter to me.
Its poison filled words, hit me like a dart.

The AI wrote, "you'll forget your anger, you'll forget your name.
You'll be hollow as shell, and blank as fame.
The love you strive for, will exist no-more.
That girl will still live, but dead as a crush of yours".

That made me thinking, am I even real?
The question got me nowhere, except one last deal.
"Without emotions, there is no beautiful sea,
And without that pretty gal, there are no eyes to see".
There are no eyes to see.

at the end of the day,
with my illusions at bay,
when bound to obey
a truth so gray —
i travel the depths
with sondering footsteps,
to see if they help
or merely cast a vignette
of eclectic readings,
and years of heeding
the lives preceding;
still bleeding —
like a pair of lips,
cracked at the tips
in sorrow’s grips;
hardly equipped —
to deal with ‘the self’  
with words off a bookshelf,
too dry to spell  
the thought of oneself.

So
I will undress
Peel out my skin
Lay my heart bare
Even if I don't want to
Even if I don't love you
If its all it takes to feel loved

If I take one hand, and place it in yours, are we sharing hands or are we sharing a moment?
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It seems that so many times, one person may not see enough of the other to truly respect and understand the intentions and thoughts of each other.

We may be frightened and lose sight of the goals and opportunities we are presented.

I look forward to the future, don’t dwell on the past, and cherish the present.
And it is all already with you.

So frequently one may be clouded and not see the beautiful things and beautiful people around themselves.
So frequently we convince ourselves of worry and angst and
so frequently we blind ourselves of any escape we may have.

It's intelligence that's speaking,
But is logic responding
And has emotion been consulted?
But no, you;
You're all three.
Sure, surely; clearly,
That's why everything
Seems so confusing,
Right?

You're talking to yourself
And you get away with it
Because thoughts are silent,
Or so you think.

But it's all just electric,
Systems like these are prone to acring.

You're not as quiet as you should be,
For I hear the fears & the worries.

Walk through all the hopes & dreams.

It's like riding the waves;
Liquid, frequency, chemical.

It's just like reading!

Id, cognism, ego.

Mind & thoughts, the vault, the passions & ambitions.

The springs, the streams, the rivers.
The atmosphere, the clouds, the rain.
The ocean, the lakes, the puddles.

Feeding into itself, again & again.

It's difficult to explain,
But easy to conceive of,
If you can imagine.

I don't know what you were doing,
But you look like a dog
That just stole the roast
From right off the table!
Actually, I know it,
I'm just giving it a better face.

In that mercy, is it grace?
Is it blessing? Are you saved?

Anchors like weights,
Writs from writers acting
Behind the curtains.
I fear they don't even know it's a play,
But they're aware there's stakes.
Whatever press representative
That today flirt nationally
Are riddled with stains.
Very few apart from the alternative,
Though they have well suffered
By those who are dependents.

Who is guilty? Who is judging?