take that

Stop what you're doing and be still for five minutes, focusing on your breathing. Does your heart run away in impatience or perhaps frustration...? "I can't stand when these fucking cosmic cliches tell me to be still and breathe deeply, in that voice that thinks its narrating my subconscious. Pretentious assholes." Give it a whirl and then ask yourself where you are. Are you your name in your house? Are you aware of a sense of seperation? Do you find yourself categorizing your very own identity according the bins that society has labeled for you? Are you lost without a reflection of yourself, either by negation or affirmation in the eyes and expressions of others?