|Current mood:|| calm|
|Current music:||BT - The Antikythera Mechanism|
I feel like I exist outside the world of time. It is a strange feeling - neither here nor there, and remaining absolutely still..
The world moves around you, the busyness of life.
From one way to the other, from one place to the next.
One can't help but feel alone. Who can stand beside me, hand in hand, watching with incredible calmness and ease as the world moves by around us.
Stop and stare.
It is an overwhelming feeling, and one which is difficult to place into words.
Do the stars move or do we move amongst the stars?
I am in a place where I am aware there is more to the world though I cannot see it.
I can feel it. It feels vast and light.
It is a world which is both present, yet strongly hidden.
What is a world anyway? How can I define a world?
How do I define myself? What is me?
I am looking at this place, outside of time.
And I see beauty and love.
The sound of life rouses the senses - I am awake.
Oh to dream...
Silently sleeping as the world passes around me. I no longer know what is real anymore.