Something I remember. I wish I could see this again sometime soon. I miss it.
Mountains, heavier than mountains, but that changes with the passage of time. Sky, blue sky. What your eyes can't see, what your eyes can see. The sun, one, only one. Water, it is a great impulse. Lives, flowers, so many the same, so many without purpose. Sky, sky is red, red the color, the color I hate. the liquid flows. It drips, ripples and pours. Blood, scent of blood, on one who does not bleed. From the red, so here the humans come. Humans made by man and woman. City, a human creation. Machine, a human creation as well. What are humans? Are the creations of god? human or that which is created by humans. That is that which is myne. My heart. I am a vessel from my thoughts. The entry plug, the throne, and the soul. This is me, who am I? What am I? What am I? I am I. I am that which is myself. That which forms me. This is the self that can be seen and yet not me that is myself. My body feels like as if it is melting. My form, my shape, fades from view. Awareness dawns of someone who is not me. Who is here, there, beyond me here? ~Rei Ayanami~