My Biggest Fear

The reality of man is his thought

Or so I thought

But what if our thoughts were snatched back

Red. Revealing something that was nothing.

Or snatched away, suddenly-

Would we still exist?

If Descartes is right then we are because we think

But what if the molten wax is no longer

What if the hats outside my window 

Are not people, but simply fabric

If the thread of rationality were robbed-

Can our equation exist without m?

If Swaab is right then we are our brains

Surely more than just organic matter

We feel the pain and we hurt

We see faces and individuals

We love 

Actin and myelin, 

We act like we matter

Years of navigation

Through emotions and information

Through places and to destinations

We strengthen connections

With people, between cells

We plastize- we grow and we learn

Withering away 

Wandering around

Plaques- where am I 

Tangles- who are you?

A hollow body, a dwindling reality

An eclipse before sunset.

//Yasmine Ayman