Me and myself

I'm getting pretty existential here, but what the fuck is this.

I am watching my own thoughts.

I am watching them. They feel pretty real. I think they are real. They must be real. But I don't get it. How can I possibly watch my own thoughts. Without eyes. Without any senses. Thoughts don't feel like anything. But I see them. I see them through a different lens. But my thoughts cannot be watching. Thoughts can only think. But I can watch my thoughts.

Feels like being awake in a dream. In the dream, you then know that nothing is real. Anything is possible. Just an experienced reality. Like the matrix. But I am awake in it.

This life can't possibly be the same thing. There would have to be a new level beyond this. It has felt so real for all of my life. But still, I watch my own thoughts. And I - I am just always there. The watcher. Present. Watching. Not thinking. But watching. Being. Just there. Never anything else. Just still. Silent. I become silence itself. But so alive in it.

I thought I was my thoughts. But I am watching them. They're there. But they're being watched. By me - who is someone else, apparently. Not the thoughts.

I think... I think I am separated now. Me and myself. The 99.999 % and the 0.001 %.

So much for the thoughts. The body. So much for the 0.001 %. So little for the watcher. The still guy. The peaceful guy. The indestructible guy.

I am 99.999 % empty space. Maybe that's the true me. Nothingness. But always there. Silent. Present. Now.