PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My body is a vessel, my mind is a hassel. I inhale deeply, there is no smell as far as I can tell, does this mean there are no aromas, in my dome they are suppressed discreetly. If I pay attention I can smell many things even the scent inside my own nose, life experience seems to have the same tendency of being suppressed, we can claim to want it all but can we handle so many pitches I wonder.

Would if, one was empty of any self limiting belief or idea, what would this experience be I ponder. Surely there'd be more time to smell the roses, our noses wouldn't be the only sense brought to life, revived one may even say for before casting our heavy baggage away our senses are somewhat dead to life whilst we inspect what we believe to be extremely important.

To just be. Imagine. What a dillema it seems to me, can't be done, I say. It's almost funny. Almost.