Identity Poem by Michael Matsuda

Solitude and loneliness
The theme of forgetting
Not forgetting thoughts
But forgetting who you are

The inability to process
That is depression
The theme in question:
Who am I?

A Mirror Neuron
Basic motor skills
Time killed and forgotten
What am I?

Too much thoughts
Erratic conclusions
The theme in question:
Who am I?

Characteristics
The five 'W' questions and how
Self-interrogation
Unsatisfied

Provide the paint for your walls
Can't sleep in the bed you make
Then forget why you made it at all
Obscenities

I really haven't been in too much of a thinking mode to write anything because of finals. I actually found a piece from a while ago when I was in my neuroscience class. We were learning about memory. The idea of having too much memory (autism) and having too little (amnesia Alzheimer) . This isn't how I personally felt but it's ideas based on the novels we read from Proust.

How would it feel to wake up next to a stranger? How would you feel if you found out that this stranger is your husband or wife of fifty years? Would you feel anything if you were to ask the same question the next morning?

How would you feel if you had too much memory to process. If you had so memory that you were such a genius; that your were considered handicap? Savants who can only process one thing. The ability to replay a masterpiece you've only heard once but can't as so much tie your shoe, count to five or see.
(Derek Paravicini- a blind savant that can replay and extrapolate on any song he's only heard once)
***Mirror neurons are interesting, look them up if you have time. You'll notice that these effect and can be a link to most humans, animals and a bridge to the mentally handicapped. The ability to copy...imitation.