Reflections on Existence, Whatever That Is

I am unaware if this is how it starts, but if my memory serves me right, I’ll begin.

People intertwine with us, as humans, they become part of who we are. Friends and lovers. We choose things together and i agreed to tour a Bombay slum.

These loved ones, with whom i travelled take the train, then are briefed as we walk across that bridge into the darkest despair. Almost a symbol for the depression.

The bridge.

That woman with the child, screeching in her burka for rupees, almost harmonizing with his cry.

In and out of holes really. Inhabited holes for whatever reason. Holes you wouldn’t want to spend ten minutes in, let alone a lifetime. An existence without space, without air, without choice.

Slaves.

Faces you want to love and care for, like lovers or like friends, but the best you can do is just smile then walk away;

or cry.

Eyes i still see when reflecting my existence, whatever that is.

4 comments

  1. Tracey Smith

    ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh michael….i think i have a default somewhere in my wiring when it comes to TV. i dont do violence (never really have- on TV) as i dont have that switch inside, that others do, when it comes to knowing what is just TV and what is real life.if i was to watch a scary scene on tv/movies……i could replay it for months in my head..and it freaks me out big time…..hence i just do very little tv/movies and dont freak myself out if i had to guess, i think you are same same re india and poverty…(guessing you have lived their for a few life times previously)……you dont have that switch that can just leave what you saw there, there…….it is “their” problemo, instead….you take it aboard and then toss it about in your head for months letting it fuck with you royally. “their” poverty ….your wealth….separation….or lack of it….we are all human, “why they make like dis”…something like dat?? feeling for ya sunshineskype possible soon? around mostly today…love you all muchooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and if there is anything i can do to help…just let me know…how was holland?your new found freedom?muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtracey

    Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 06:55:50 +0000 To: traceyleo@hotmail.com

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