is it possible?
to turn spirals
into squares?
to straighten those lines
that curve
in on themselves
back to the straight and narrow?
what becomes of those lines
that are reshaped?
what becomes of those spaces
that are no longer there?
do the squares
long for their time as spirals?
do the spirals
long to be squares?
or
are they both
happy to be
who they are?
holding the shape
they were born to be?
We are a collection of those who have come before and we are an amalgamation for those who come after. We cannot be summed up in words that are made up of only letters for we do not make sounds that are only heard, they are felt, they are remembered, they are pondered and explored after they have been uttered to be uttered once again by those around us, by those before us, by those after us.
We cannot begin to comprehend what we are, and yet, in some ways, we know exactly what we are and who we are for we know where we came from, we remember our past, we hold onto to it, whether it remains hidden in our subconscious or we actively explore it, it remains within us and that is what makes us whole.
(thought about chopping this up into a poem, but decided to leave it as it was written.)
