Being Lost While Found

“I breathe in atoms. The space between each breath filled with memories and the absence there of. Can one be full of nothing? Like the electrons floating in the dead of the space between physical existence and scientific theory. Am I physical, am I scientific theory, or am I somewhere in between? Memories are as tangible as air, knowing it is there until it is not. Is this existence? To be until not. I disprove yet prove the idea theory of creation. Where in order to create something, another thing of equal value must be destroyed. I appeared to have been spawned out of nothing but the neurons' synapses break, the overpass of memories fails. And a person left in the rubble to reknit the complexities of a mind. I don’t remember the day I was jolted into motion. One day I was not and the other I was. The air is heavy without anything blocking the path, swimming in existences. Atoms so small with their electrons spinning at dizzying rates that even in their emptiness they mean somethi...