Invisibility Cloak

A question loomed over my head last night, while I tossed in my bed – can I transfer my consciousness into another being or thing, so when this organic form can no longer withstand my rambunctiousness, another takes over, in continuum?

This morning I woke up wondering whether I am the best me.

Perhaps how you see me is my better portrait, of what I am to this world; not to myself, not from my eyes, but yours.

What am I, then, if not a transient reflection of you, and you of me?

Why, then, do I desire a stagnant, unnatural self-preservation?

Only invisible things are immortal.

Written on Dec. 11, 2013

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