Stream of Reality

:p I heard a child singing the song and there went my mind, off on its own tangent.

Seriously, my mind is a riddled with A.D.D and Tourette's!

Thank you for reading xoxo

OMFGGGGG!! HAHA where on earth did you get this idea from!! It is fantastic and unique and have never seen this done before ever! Ok, there is so much to say about this poem so here it goes.

Sometimes I find it hard to look at myself in the mirror, to see the blue web of veins stretch across the canvas of my body.

I have to wonder if I'm real.

- your opening gives us something which we have all done and all felt, we can allr elate to this feeling and the thoughts that stem from it. Where di the time go? When did we age? REally questioning who the person is staring back at us and wondering when they felt so detached from the person we are.

And among my canals and passageways, I want to be more than a composition of chemicals. All of my sounds, all of my words, will travel forever in wave lengths. But when I no longer produce sound, will this simple reassurance even matter

- this is such a deep question that really gets your mind thinking. Our mind wanders soemtimes into worlds we cannot find what we are looking for, no matter how hard we try. It ponders over these matters as if it must find an answer, in reality we can only believe in an answer and will never truly find out for sure.

So the body has become my vehicle; I, the passenger. This reminds me of yesterday when I decided that time produces a stranglehold. We celebrate every season and never come to the realization that this might be our last. But your hand in mine feels so real as we walk through the cold

- It is so true we take things for grantedd without even a second thought as to whether it will still be there next time, or if we will experience this again. I love how you mention the holding of hands in the cold, I can imagine the warmth it will create when they are joined. This says to me that for that time, this warmth is what you focus on and not the cold. Meaning in life we focus on what is there and not what might not be there.

It's thought that dreams are produced simply because the brain needs to stay active in order for the body to stay alive. We dream because our brain dies if we don't.

Irony?

- now this is my favourite part, because dreams are so complex and it is so true even when we are sleeping our brains are still processing our thoughts and turning them into our dreams. I love the idea of the dreams keeping us alive but yet some are so vividly fearful that it feels like they could almost be the death of us.

Sometimes, I'm not so sure how I feel about science. It scares the Hell out of me to know that doctors once thought I needed drugs to be happy. As if my own proteins aren't enough--as if I can't form happiness on my own.

- It is interesting to imagine who stumbled upon this, on what drugs cured what illnesses etc. To think of someone trying to find something to cure sadness because they believed that many people could not contril their feelings and could not genuinley feel happiness on their own. :/

If I die and give my eyes to someone else, are they still mine?

- This was interesting to think about, and interesting that you added "shame" after this which gives an inclination to how you think of yourself.

Doesn't he know time isn't mine to give?

- Another great thinking statement to end with!

This whole poem is very thought provoking and I enjoyed how deeply it made me think and all the answers there could be to these things.

Lastly, I loved the song row, row, row your boat going all through out the poem, it fitted in nicely and thought this was such a unique idea, I fairly enjoyed seeing this.

Well done.