So fragile it is.

I only see as me
I only hear as me
I only taste as me
I only feel as me
I only smell as me.
Inside another home
It’d be different
wired in by different connectors
and the heart would have another beat.
Would it still be me..
if the home was another body?
Is the brain what we are
or is all the parts together?
If we could remove
the squishy part
that contains our memory
and replace it within another
would they be us
or would we be them?
If our brains were tampered with
would we no longer be?
Still breathing we are
yet our desires and our thoughts
scattered differently
would we be another person completely?
Is the brain everything?
So fragile it is
within a moment we could be lost
trying to start over
without any sense of who.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina