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28 May 2007 @ 10:45 pm
The sands of time slip through the spaces between your eyelashes, stick to your irises.  
And suddenly all you can see is the future.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you wish you could close your eyes and just dissolve until you're nothing but a mass of particles floating on the wind, watching the world unfold before you but never having to set foot on the ground? It's not the same as flying. Flying is an escape route, a way out, a tree fort with a sign on it that says 'Boys Have Cooties' or 'No Girls Allowed.' This feeling that I'm talking about is different - it's wanting to be a shadow, not to hide in one. Not the want to die, because that's something else entirely. It's just...I don't know. I'm getting all philosophical because it's late and I'm tired. I apologize.
Jason: Buttersclairvoyantedge on May 29th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
Sometimes. As in... an invisible shade, on the borderline of nonexistence, not even able to interfere with the doings of the world, but instead only able to observe them?

I get that feeling whenever I listen to Incorporeal by Tiger Army.