To Belong ' they say..

You were a little doll made of mud. So pathetic, so weak and helpless, so vulnerable.

You didn’t know what was going on around you. You could feel warmth, air, cold, touch. And you were so deprived of love, as if it were your oxygen.

It was...It is...It will be..

You don’t belong to the air just because you breathe it.
You don’t belong to the warmth, cold, touch, or the love just because you feel them.

To be human, they say, is to belong.

Where do you belong?
Who can say?

Now you’re grown. You still feel the air, the warmth, the cold, the touch, don’t you?

To be loved, they say, is to belong.

Now you are intelligent. You know you are not simply living. Someone is allowing you to live.

You breathe because it is conditional.You are loved because it is conditional.

To starve, they say, is to belong. To be cured.

Does that mean death?

Now you are mature. You know nothing is unconditional.

But this time, the problem is,
' you have questions. And you can ask them.'

So you asked:
 
To belong, they say…
Does the world belong to me?

As I say,

          Become  Brilliantly Numb!.

• Salsabil Nowssin