I don’t exist, yet I have a body, Whose limbs gathered together and called themselves mine? Why? What do they expect of me? If they want to be moved, they’ll be disappointed. I don’t exist, I will not move. If they want to be nourished they’ll be disillusioned. I don’t exist. I won’t act. They may want to be loved. Someone should suggest they’d latch on somewhere else.
What if everything is ruled by limbs? A hostile takeover, aimed at creation? I may not exist, yet they make me do things…
Yesterday met a woman who didn’t exist either. could tell by her eyes. asked her: how do you do? She said don’t. sat on the porch and peed.
Why do they? don’t.
I promised myself to not join #NaPoWriMo this year. I’m too busy. Too tired. So obviously, I didn’t write anything and it’s not inspired by the prompt on https://www.napowrimo.net/day-one-4/.
Haha! The nothing you wrote is pretty much to the point. So good to read your words again, Angela. We do what and how much we can… “What if everything is ruled by limbs? A hostile takeover, aimed at creation?” Certain body parts certainly seem to rule and take more than others. Be well!
So glad you joined! This is an amazing effort!
Obviously not!;) So glad to see you Angela.