Friday, April 28, 2017

Flesh and Bone

When I look into the mirror I know that the face and body I'm looking at belong to me, they are mine and part of me. But they don't feel like they are me, who I am. They feel like a mere shell, a coat, a casing which hides what lies underneath, who I really am. My body is just a vessel, a machine built from flesh and bone, and the me inside is dispersed within that matter. I don't feel like the body I'm looking at is me. Sometimes it even feels like I'm looking at a stranger and only my eyes give away that I'm inside this body. Strangest feeling ever.