hey there, Mr. postman! have you found meaning yet to carry?

there is a simplistic little feeling that i cannot part, but there are larger feelings that i can not stop
though through it all i will always be a part of the feelings in which i refuse to drop.

hello to all that i will and goodbye to all that i was
for when i am finally me i will be by my self and remembered only in the form of bills.
and i will be whole, and i will be cut in half.

i am me but in segments
i am my past but in fragments
i am yet a product of my environment
and my environment seems to rely on me to be a part of it's whole.


so am i one, am i a part of a whole?
or
am i my self?

or am i simply a device created by surroundings, surroundings strategically implemented to wage psychological war upon my unsuspecting life and its subsidiaries.

can you tell me the difference between love and lust from the emotional standpoint of one subject in a convoluted existence between substantial partners, or persons with simple interests?

what is life with out meaning?
what is a rain storm with out an umbrella?

fun