I´m just a witness. Not more and not less.

No owner of everything. No chief. Not even a aware of all that is happening.

This is human. Limits. Inabilities. All such stuff.

I´m just a witness of something happening.

I witness that I witness. I´m aware of awareness.

I´m conscious about conscience. All such stuff too.

I observe and I experience and I wonder.

I think and I feel and I doubt.

I witness and become a witness. I acknowledge and become part of it.

I witness that I have always been a part. I acknowledge that I am an illusion.

I am just a witness. A guest.

Invited, uninvited. All such stuff.

I am aware that being nothing distinguished means nothing.

I witness that meaning nothing is not bad.

I am a witness of nothing by witnessing the ordinary.

The ordinary is the impotent human.

I am a witness of pain.

For I am a witness of love.

I am a witness because that I was supposed to witness loved me to be their witness...