namesake

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Detachment is surreal, and depending on the context, at times even divine. Sublime if i had my choice of words. And yet it brings about isolation. You're in a glass box (that is presumably portable) and just watching... watching the world go by and almost tasting the sounds and actions around you. You're almost living. But the key word is almost. More often than not, an immense wave of isolation and alienation is felt.

For some reason i am living a detached life. I feel almost emotionless. When things happen, i'll be caught up in the moment, enjoying the ride, just like the person in glass box getting excited about what is happening to the person outside the glass box. But then once the moment passes, the memory is hazy. Because it doesnt feel like my life. i don't feel like i lived it.

Even writing this doesnt feel like me. I dunno. it's scary. someone please help me figure out what's going on with me... because i have no idea.

oh, just for the sake of mentioning it, even the fear that i think i'm feeling now is very subtle. i dun feel the emotion urgently.

Annabel Lee spake
;7:53 AM