| Current music: | Israel Kamakawiwo'ole - Somewhere Over the Rainbow / What a Wonderful World |
There is this feeling I have been trying to capture for the extent of my recent memory. Recent memory meaning years. Something about these moments I get. Moments where reality seems to stop me in my tracks. I am staring at Kayla while she is talking to me and I realize there is something intangible behind her eyes.All I know is there is a being or personality that I cannot feel, see, smell taste or touch. The strangeness, in what I must assume is a rather unoriginal train of thought to most people, is that normally I don't think of other people as real.
I have a distinct and inescapable detachment from others. People, events, most of life plays out in front of me, like just that. A long, dull piece I forget that people are real. When they leave the room, they leave my reality. Nothing but constructs. Without birth or death.
One dimensional.
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