air is blown through dividing branches 

permeating, swiftly bringing 

life, then leaving 

lungs are heaving 

eyes revealing 

life, unseeking. 

sparks sweep and jump though 

tangles networks, empty bridges 

thoughts cloud the darkness of mind

pictures form, then are left behind. 

rapid motion fills nothingness 

intangible and flowing 

we live without knowing 

how we come to think and feel. 

acutely sensing, the chaos around 

smells waft, surrounding sound 

and fluid motions, the conscious opened

we, can think and feel. 

dreamy state, asleep. 

the visions return 

recharge. 

the experience burns 

not awake

but conscious ever 

jolted, senses 

turn on and begin 

to relish the aliveness 

once again. 

the clashes of beings who 

feel this way 

alive and working, 

wakeful each day 

no guarantee 

but it's in us all 

something we can't see 

but allowing us to be. 

I can feel it, and it drives me 

along the thinking train

they can feel it prising open 

the door of pain 

she can sense it flowing 

and flittering again

he's losing it, the life lived

will soon be in vain. 

we're asking, where it came from 

and what it's here to do 

yet it hold us up barely 

and makes us feel anew. 

the wonder of a state by which 

we breathe but can't perceive

you can't truly leave 

it behind or else your end is in sight. 

awareness of existence 

response, and sentience 

perception, introspection 

wakefulness and thought. 

what we thought and 

still are thinking 

goes on as we're blinking 

ourselves away, day by day 

as the consciousness slowly 

slips away. 

is it matter? 

does it matter?

do we really have a say? 

definition ↴ 

consciousness

/ˈkɒnʃəsnɪs/

waking life (as that to which one returns after sleep, trance, fever) wherein all one's mental powers have returned

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a/n: the first chapter is up! I hope that it wasn't too confusing to navigate, I hope you all enjoyed reading and thinking about the topic! :P

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