Monday, November 10, 2014

The I Am Not by Kiler Davenport

We are all sitting in our little comfort zones so quiet, so pretty, so calm, so cool. We are not dodging the bullets. We are not running with dead babies on our back to find a place of safety. We are not starving for a warm piece of bread. We are not homeless for we have a roof over our head. The.. rebels are not coming. We know not their name. We are in the United States of America. We continue to play this foolish game. There is no way that we could know the suffering in this world. There is no way that we could feel the true pain that exists just within our reach in this digital world. As long as we are in our little comfortable beds we feel so safe, so secure, so healthy, so sure.

Is it all about perception? Is this a hologram? Is this some far fetched idea of the I AM? Where do we go? What do we do to understand this 'you are me' and 'I am you'? How many more days will we stumble and fall until we realize this matrix was designed for us all.

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