Theme for English IB I
"The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you -
Then, it will be true."
I went home and this is what I wrote:
My name is I. I likes to breath. I likes to breathe life; a life in abundance.
Is I a real person,
Or does I exist only in my own imaginary world?
Is I the centre of my own universe,
Or is I a synchronized version of the person sitting next to me,
Trapped in a body not my own?
Is I a dream waiting to be realized
Or is I just me?
Am I a real person, or am I in the clock of life, telling the incorrect time? Sometimes I am unrecognizable - like an innocent child staring into a mirror and seeing a stranger before them. I do not recognize me.
Air Itasha
Sistine Chapel, fresco Michelangelo
(1987–1989) Out of the Darkness – Into the Lig...I am in a fairytale. But fairytales are not tales of fairies; instead they are tales of imaginary life, not true life. Not my life - therefore do I exist only in my own imaginary world?
Am I the centre of my own universe, am I the gold at the end of my rainbow? Am I a girl, innocently, naively, pacing in a daunting world? Am I a synchronized version of someone else, trapped in a body not my own? We are each one of us like a pocket of air in the sky of life, some tainted with rain clouds. But storms soon drift on, allowing the blue to be restored and making way for the fresh clear sky once again. I feel as if I am trapped in a tiny bubble, a bubble filled to the brink with dreams and desires. But these dreams...