"The Human Mind Poem By stake2"
By stake2 (https://pastebin.com/u/stake2)

URL: https://pastebin.com/8yNUV1VK
Created on: Saturday 2nd of November 2019 08:38:52 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 09:55:42 PM UTC


As the shadows remains, I grab my pen and start to write, everything that's inside, everything that I feel, is inside a piece of paper, every shadow, every word, every thought, every feeling, is inside this little piece of paper, written here like a book, a shadow of me, a copy of me, a transmission of my feelings, I feel the cold wind touch my skin gently, as I look at the mountains, wondering what's there, what stories could be written about those places?, those tiny places where a lot of things happens, I see a tall man, far away in the mountains, he's looking to some houses far away, I wonder what he found of so interesting in those houses, what are his thoughts, what he's thinking, I wanna know because I have curiosity, I am human, the wind, the nature, the trees, everything that has been created by... something, generates curiosity in humans, because we have the unknown, we do not know things, that's why we have curiosity, we have this strange and weird desire to know and learn new things, to learn how something works, and our human minds are special, that's why I'm here, sitting at my chair inside my wooden house, with a cold weather and wind out there, it's a Sunday, everyone is inside their houses drinking coffee, tea or some other warm beverage, and I'm here, looking at a man who's looking at some houses, this normal and banal thing that is happening right now, how can I have such deep feelings and thoughts about a thing that's so simple?, that is the power of the human mind, to think a lot about things that are simple, to think about some warm beverage and a cold weather and relate that to reading a book inside your house while being warm close to a fire or something, to relate Christmas to cold weather or Santa or snow or presents, that is the true power of human mind, and that's why I'm here writing this poem, because I can think, and I can write what I'm thinking, that's awesome!, that's why I love to write, writing is an art, it's a way to register what you're thinking, feeling, and so on, to think about stuff... okay, I think that, as a writer, even if I write a lot of things everyday, it happens that I'm losing my line of thought here and I don't know what to write anymore, so I'll finish this poem right here, and right now, I'm Izaque Sanvezzo, thanks for reading, this was the first poem that I wrote, thanks again, see you soon I guess."