to have the life of a tree...
if things could mend themselves. its almost as though i dont exist...as though i am a leaf amoung thousands. the masses rule the world. to be apart of the mass is to be the lion in the pac. its when you dont find room as a follower, thats where the lesson starts. to live still would be so much easier. everyone would walk around you and the experiances would differ day to day...the way they differ on a sitcom. nothing ever happends twice. thats the way an ideal world should work. a less pain staking way. a way in which the day you were brought into this world is erased. there would be no days to count, just experiances to think about. what does a number have to do with anything. so what if i am now seventeen?! shouldnt i be able to say im am a different age?!i dont feel the age i "live". i never feel the days get older, but what i do feel is the year gets smaller. to have the ability to freeze time, not to freeze, to reverse time. to live in a less complicated world. what kind of place could carry on living with no meaning in time? what kind of person?