When I Look at Myself

When I look at myself, I see void.

It comes from the lack of power and the invisible identity.

Every second we are still breathing, we are devoured by time. I never choose to be part of this world, but now I have to spend every seconds getting closer to death and lose control of my fate, my life, my world and whichever is bigger than me. Everything is bigger than me.

When I ask myself who I am, I can’t tell. What I cannot tell is the ideal me or the real me. As a member in society, we establish an identity which is more acceptable by group and approval by standard . However, can we really see through tamed character to see the true self? What left apart from that may just be desire instead of a soul.