a moment.

to write with honesty might be easier than to speak of one.
and so.
with a clear mind that rarely happens to me.
these days.
i write.
while i still can.

i have been a hollow body with mindless thoughts for a while.
just one of those journeys my mind took unwillingly.
one that left without a smile.

have one ever felt the feeling of having one soul ripped off from the cage of flesh?
no.
neither do i.
yet.
sometimes i become this entity of bones and muscles without control.
like something inside.
is now outside.

i am sane.
don't you worry.

i am just different.
probably.
the wondrous path taken by a mapless mind is lost between junctions of life.
or probably.
an unknown destiny is yet to be uncovered.

again.
i am sane.
don't you worry.

and so.
i ramble.
on words
that i don't come to understand.

because.
i just want to write.
while i still can.

still.
i hope.
when my flesh becomes just flesh.
i hope.

this entry will at best.
give me some sense.
of  reminder.
that i was once a part of humanity.