“Your mind can smash, but your heart won’t stop beating: I am I am I am.”
I stumbled upon this random ‘note to self’, which i’d written seven years ago today. I must have felt like some kind of possessed spirit of Sylvia Plath, or something. Granted, a far less talented version.
But those words:
“I am I am I am”.
They reminded me of how I used to genuinely frighten myself, by pouring over the poetry of Sylvia Plath, while thinking to myself: Shit. Why is it so easy to relate to this?
This is one of the many reasons I love language, I love words, and I love the lyric which can become of them. The brain strikes in tune with the impulsive heart, mind over matter, words and Biology.
Consciousness is a strange thing!