I live the world through my eyes, ears, touch and smell
I feel life through my feelings
I see things around me through my humanly senses
My work and the things I do is through my senses
All seems real if I’m not awake
All my senses make me alive
And I’m in control of it
How would I know if all these are real if it’s all through my senses only?
What if I don’t have all of these senses in me?
How do I detach from my own senses
Am I really living or the senses the one that is living?
Who am I?
This poem was written when I was feeling a bit winded and off-ground it could be I had low sugar level or my blood was on the high side. I feel detach out from my body in a few seconds. I felt I wasn’t inside my body.