ideas

i want them to be mine.
they're not.
my thoughts float around on the screen completely dissociated from me.
i feel like i should have a bigger ownership here.
ideas, they don't stick to you.
you stick to them.
you cant just passively wear them around 'cause you supposedly created them.
they're not a pair of pants that can add something to your image even through a mere distracted look a stranger will give you.
they take work.
they take action.
they take time.
and more importantly, they don't belong to you.
try reading something you wrote years ago. chances are you dont even remember writing that. it doesnt even resemble who you believe yourself to be; who you believed you were.
the version of you responsible for that write no longer exists, and yet it sticks around unaltered.
it has risen above the dependence it once had towards you.
it is now self sufficient and prone to outlive its own maker.
ideas are not yours.
they just use you as a host.