I sometimes roam the streets just to wonder to what extent do I exist, is my existence limited to the atoms formed to create my physical self or do the extent of my words form waves in themselves, do they breach the limitation of existence do my conversations create cells in which I am therefore contained if even partially in another physical being. How many words have we spoken, how many people have heard, how many people have repeated my thoughts to those I do not know am I existing partially in the unknown, are my words my own or are they taken from someone I do not know and passed along. Our connection goes beyond our laughter and our cries, it goes beyond our dark places and the parts we illuminate to the world, our connection goes beyond the fulfillment of needs and desires because we essentially come from the same source, but what makes us different is our words our mind our ability to create and our ability to choose what to create
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