yes, yes I do

so many opinions
is it good or bad
i call it living, i think
or is it suffering?

i try to close my eyes
and still i can see
i roll me into cotton
and can simply feel the tears

so, i keep looking

--by elisa

My highest self is a snob so there aren't any other selves..although this creates an issue with the collective
since we are not of singular mind
do people that aren't multiples have this trouble?
No matter my highest snobby self says we are smarter and better than all of you.
after all, we are highest and a lowest couldn't possibly be of any worth at all

I remembered
only by pain
to look
again at simple things
only because it took effort to do them

to wake up
push thru the blanket in the mind
pulling it off sensually
efforts to avoid the slap of reality
but life on life's terms
reminded me

i felt the breath
felt the fabric slide across my skin
stretch awake each fibre finger and toe
as I thought i wanted to postpone
awareness

firm floor under my feet
warm clothes sliding on
keys jingling down into my pocket
tea in my mouth
bright light outside
cold
the tempting scent of spring
the smile bubbling forth with that spring
reminded to have joy in each moment

bumpy wheat toast
nutty scent
beautiful tangy cheeses
fresh apple slice crisp
tender green leaves
another happy sip of tea

hiding
knowing
experiencing
wisdom
running away
maybe
they feel the same

--by elisa