Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings – always darker, emptier and simpler.Friedrich Nietzsche
I felt but what was I feeling?
Were my perceptions of myself, perceptions or guesses?
Were my guesses literal?
Or were my literal cognitions but fanciful dreams in a pick pocket’s hands?
Were those hands ruddy or smooth?
Were those acts of sleight of hand cumbersome or like velvet?
Was it crushed velvet or a simulation,
like a Cubic Zirconia kind of Diamond?
And can a diamond be a friend
or can a CZ be one too?
So what if I feel.
Was it a feeling that I felt or a summation of feelings.
Feelings so elusive like water through ones fingers.
Fingers that rob and yet feed.
Fed by greed or by the perception of a job?
Does sustenance legitimize theft
when appreciation was only a fleeting consideration
of what I felt? A glimmer of what could have been?
Or more likely a clever ruse to conceal?