Arched back
aching knees
pinpricks in my right leg
a thousand questions
running in my head
as I navigate this vast
spaciousness
of the Internet

A world where ideas
meet

and where people lose
themselves.

A relapse into forgetfulness
Time never loses its deceptiveness

The tragic seeking of something
that is not lost
I found myself again through
words

My heart smiles
as I write.

A sensation of bubbling excitement
washes over my body
emanating from this tightness
in my chest:
a feeling of gentle happiness
butterflies inside me...

A mood born from a good breakfast.

Inside me is
a quiet murmur
a steady mental rut
an unceasing
pain...

Continuously permeating
filling empty cavities
with tension,
worry
anxiety

This is a vague description
of this qualia:
my consciousness
in the present

Socrates drunk the hemlock
And for once, death has lost its power
to intimidate, enslave
mortality transcended...

Admiration for the brave
the courageous amongst us
Truly, there is more to life
than food
work
***

and *****

Those who live earnestly
are the ones who look inside themselves
proclaiming with great ferocity:

The unexamined life is not worth living!