Snippets of an Eccentric Mind

Let me tell you about a place i've been, a place i've seen... A place that took the last breath away, A place that was the hope of one day...It is a square of no great history, no battles nor glory... It is a place were the story ends, in midst of the simplest lands. What if this all that your story amounts to?  a story of nothing spectacular, the norm is what it abides to, and the lead character was not of my creation, i've scribed down the details of that life in the walls that surrounds the nerves that builds up my existence. In peace i existed with little conflicting reasoning, i was because i was, i had no greater meaning for the life i had. merely a ripple in time.  What if you are not even the lead character in your own life story? I am an extension of existence I occupy a space in time I live as I breathe, I die as I cease …

What happens when u pose for a picture, does that snap entraps your soul in a digital existence, are you hence never forgotten. What is it about ourself worth that is so significant to be immortalized in some manner. I do not like this business of having my picture floating in the realm of cyber space. I do not want my face to be known before we ever meet; i do not care for you to research me, for i have no claim of greatness to be worth the documented reference. No matter what advances you make to the human race it is the idea that remain and not the man behind the idea. Some names carry on as the creators named their contribution to humanity in their own names, earned vanity at its peak. I do not want you to remember my face, remember my soul my spirit, for my face and my body were just vessels of my existence.