Why can’t I write poetry
What the hell did you do to me
thoughts
Expand
sometimes you lay alone in the dark of your room
and realize your head is too small for your thoughts.
so you expand them into the rest of your body and let them fill you
and then expand even further to the air around your bed.
more, more, to your small town, to your large country, to the whole of the world,
then, finally, into the void of space and perhaps (if you really know how to push it),
you expand into the beyond.
then you stay there for a while, surrounded by the blackness of the universe and the colour of your mind
and you think the thought:
“oh, what a beautiful and horrible place I live in”
but you cannot tell if that means the world
or the inside of your head.
Thoughts
Have all the thoughts to be thought already been thought or are there some left for me?
Am I a cut and paste version of everyone there’s been or am I something new?
How many people combined am I? How many people will be combined of me? Are we all the same or are we all swirled mixtures of everything there is?
Has someone thought this thought before?
The Big Question
I’ve discovered a new theory. Or maybe this is a famous, well-known idea. I’m not sure, I haven’t done enough research.
Anyway, here are my thoughts on the big question: What happens when you die?
You are re-born as someone else.
Another person on Earth during any time and in any place. This continues whenever you die so that you are every person that did, does, or ever will exist, and you are many of them all at once. Right now, many versions of you are dying, and being born, and laughing, and crying. You are poor, and rich, and lonely, and happy. You’ve been fired, and promoted, and tortured, and saved. You’ve done everything, been everything. You are everything.
You can try life over again and live it in every possible way. Some good, some not as good.
What a reason to treat everyone kindly. In the future (or maybe the past), that will be you.
So basically, there is only one person. One collective consciousness.
And it’s you. But it’s also me.
A really lonely theory when you consider it.
However, you are Albert Einstein.
But then again, you are also all three Jonas Brothers.
To be noted though is the fact that it is only a theory. Just like all the other theories.
A guess.
No one will ever know for sure what happens to us when we die. Never ever ever. And that’s good. To know would be dangerous.
We are just a collection of thoughts inside a fleshy shell. Of course we want to know how we got here.
But no matter how that happened, we must remember that everyone else is also just a collection of thoughts inside a fleshy shell.
We all want to understand and be understood.
We are the same and so different all at once.
And that’s how we should treat each other.
The Turn of the Earth 