I am not my thoughts.
I am not my mind.
I am not my body, or my hands, or the shine within my eyes.
I am the energy that combines into atoms which bunches into form.
I am not my beliefs or my ideas.
I am not my inadequacies or my strengths.
I am the star's dust, a carbon form.
I am eternal, not because of something spiritual, but because of something celestial.
I don't know if I am a soul
Or just the recognition that I am form of
something that is here existing.
I am not the cells multiplying, rejuvenating then dying.
I am not the moods that fluctuate with my chemistry.
I am not the perception of my interactions with others.
I can't really tell you if I am. Or if I just think I am existing.
