This is the strangest feeling...
I feel almost intransient. And I'm pretty sure that isn't the word I want, but it kind of is.
I feel more in that dimension of anime and such than ours. I feel midway, actually. I'm neither here nor there. I don't quite feel anything at all.
This is the strangest feeling.
I feel more like I could communicate with spirits and such than humans. I don't quite feel right being as material as I am. Maybe I was meant to be a character rather than something real. I can't say for sure.
...at the level of your eye...
It's all hazy. The borders of reality aren't being solid like they should. I'm floating all over while somehow being here in my chair at the same time.
Maybe I'm dreaming. But I can't be. Everything would be completely unfounded if that were the case, and there are definite foundations. I can sense them here and there. They just have no bearing on me. I can't really comprehend how this works, but it does in some way.
What is my fate to be? How am I expected to live like this? It's ridiculous.
Then I start to think how I am and how others are and how I really don't belong. I do, but only in shallow ways.
So then I start to wonder if I'll ever find anybody on the same plane as me. And when I do, will it be too late? If I do, that is. One can only hope.
My spirit does not enjoy such drama.
You deceived me.
This drama follows me. It must be intransient too. Ridiculous.
I feel more in that dimension of anime and such than ours. I feel midway, actually. I'm neither here nor there. I don't quite feel anything at all.
This is the strangest feeling.
I feel more like I could communicate with spirits and such than humans. I don't quite feel right being as material as I am. Maybe I was meant to be a character rather than something real. I can't say for sure.
...at the level of your eye...
It's all hazy. The borders of reality aren't being solid like they should. I'm floating all over while somehow being here in my chair at the same time.
Maybe I'm dreaming. But I can't be. Everything would be completely unfounded if that were the case, and there are definite foundations. I can sense them here and there. They just have no bearing on me. I can't really comprehend how this works, but it does in some way.
What is my fate to be? How am I expected to live like this? It's ridiculous.
Then I start to think how I am and how others are and how I really don't belong. I do, but only in shallow ways.
So then I start to wonder if I'll ever find anybody on the same plane as me. And when I do, will it be too late? If I do, that is. One can only hope.
My spirit does not enjoy such drama.
You deceived me.
This drama follows me. It must be intransient too. Ridiculous.