the Albatross, River Tam (not_miranda) wrote, @ 2006-05-26 23:55:00

Time slows by...
Stretching...fading... slowly becoming nothing.
Making no sense, making sure we all know that we don't understand...

Wishing we could, wishing we can't. Almost like we don't exist.
Which..we don't.

Mostly. In a sense. One sense that our pre-existing bodies could not comprehend.
The sense of the human soul. One sense that cannot be explained, but can be rationalized by only selected and selective minds.

Time understands us, and yet we understand nothing...
Not entirely.

Moving, leaving, staying behind.
We're going. You're staying. And everybody leaves eventually.

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