I'm just wondering about the different worlds that people inhabit. Not imaginary worlds of our own creation, the different lifes people have. What is my world, my sphere, and what is yours? Am I living in life or is life living through us? There's a man with a cord jacket over there, a girl with knee high black boots and studs in her ear. Where is the similarity and common ground that we can find? If I look at you, what do you want me to see? Do you want me to make assumptions about the world you live in or would you rather tell me? Do you enjoy the anonimity moulds afford? What am I talking about? Where do i fit?
Questions questions that I don't bother to find the answer to. I'm looking for something and I have a faint idea, no maybe much stronger, of what I'm looking for. There is an Almighty God up there, in here. It's suddenly struck me in recent times it's the intangible and maybe the imagination that's so real, so much realer. I'm seeking for something, yearning for something and I can feel that longing. At the same time I'm brimming over. Brimming over with unspent and inexpressible somethings.
Life. Hold it tenously, lightly. When you float you experience the prettiest sensations. (:
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