My World, My Life, It's Me

Have you ever seen your embryonic world, your life, and yourself?

I'd like to see my imperceptible colossal place and what is it and my life in it.

Ah! My world, I don't have much in my world. I only exist in my world because that was thought of me when I'm growing up. I asked myself then what world would I have and who are the people or even an inanimate object would be inside my world? But wait, what about my life in this world that I was thinking of? What kind of life should I be living with or in? Do I have someone to be with and who are they? What life, should I have when my world, I knew doesn't have to be living things nor non living things. It's just my world. What now?

I didn't create my world, for all I care, it just happened the way it is like to everyone else. Now I don't really  have any idea what's in it. All I know that this world of mine exist from their perspective, whoever they are, of course, you know them, your father, mother, brother, sister, auntie, uncle and lots and lots of friends knew about my world, but, really, what should I be doing with my world? Shall I keep on filling it with whatsoever I want to put in? I don't I know, I don't care! My world is just there, it's an ever standing in there like it was just accepting whoever wants to see it, my world. 

My life and my world have been an ever growing entity that only I can really see what's in it. Most of the time, I don't like my world to be disturb! I don't want anyone meddle with it. It's my world! It's my possession, a worldly possession!

Only In My Mind
I only wanted my world to be that way, because that's how it's gonna be, I can't afford to change it the way it is now. It's mine and mine alone, I can do whatever I want it to do with it. I'm a master of my world, for whatever is the foundation that was founded, I can't see, but they say it's my world! How the hell can I see my own world, oh, it's just in my another rhetoric, a world of fantasy, a world of fairies, a world of manananggal, a world of fashion, but, the world, the world that they say is my world, I can't see its form, the foundation, how its transmogrify, I am an awfully sick and tired of hearing they say I have my own world. Are not they tired too?

What The World
Then thought I was in this world, really, that I am supposed to be in here like I have no choice at all. But wait again, how do I know other's world? Who live there? What kind of world do they have before me? What about their life? Do I have the capability to send signals to the other world if my world really can send communication to them?

My world, my life, it's me that no else is in this world that have the capacity to learn its environment, how it contains itself, how it evolve from time to time, from where it gets its energy to continue living, how my world live long enough to see its maturity, its influence in my life, how it grows to being a world that they say its mine will have me as its "prisoner" alone, lonely, lots of time for myself, unloved, neglected being in this "prison" world of mine. Oh, again, am I talking to my literal world or a world where mind, where can create to escape the real hardship and suffering in this real world of ours?

Sampaloc, Manila
December 26, 2017

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