Out cold.
You know what would be really weird?
If we were all, every single one of us, figments of somebody's imagination.
A part of a dream, they haven't yet woken up from.
Think of it this way:
Your existence, your reality, your every single thought and feeling -
dangles by the very flimsy thread of someone else's subconsciousness.
Heh, how's that for vulnerable?
Survived the plague, floated the flood,
Just peeked our heads above the mud.
No one's immune, deadening bells;
My God, will we survive ourselves?!
[Light Grenades - Incubus]
If we were all, every single one of us, figments of somebody's imagination.
A part of a dream, they haven't yet woken up from.
Think of it this way:
Your existence, your reality, your every single thought and feeling -
dangles by the very flimsy thread of someone else's subconsciousness.
Heh, how's that for vulnerable?
Survived the plague, floated the flood,
Just peeked our heads above the mud.
No one's immune, deadening bells;
My God, will we survive ourselves?!
[Light Grenades - Incubus]
posted by Souljacker at 1:02 PM
4 Comments:
Come to think of it, we are figments of somebody's imagination. What each of us truly are, we rarely show, when we do, people think its a pretense. What they perceive of us, is what they think we are. And what they perceive of us, is nothing but a figment of their imagination.
Interesting observation.
Is sreeti being sreeti or is that a genuine remark?
use your imagination =]
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