transatlanticism

sometimes i feel like i'm living my life looking out at the world through the other side of a bus advertising something ridiculously useless, and my vision is clouded by a dizzying ocean of little holes. and everytime i try and sit back to see the whole picture my world can't stop shaking and i get a headache. and i find it so unsatisfying how sometimes the things you strive so hard to express come out like one steaming pile of cliches.

but, if you let your guard down just that little fraction, you'll begin to understand just how small the box within which you exist really is, whether it be a conscious decision or not. and by stepping that much closer to potential danger, you are miles closer to things that only seem to be a fictional reality. there are things that we read about which we know hold true for some, and when that door is opened to you, all that was simply a mirage becomes a solid possibility. a little bit of us exists outside ourselves, outside our bodies and our minds. an energy that lingers like a perimeter, the part of us that others talk to and the same sorts of people our logic would usually choose to ignore. part of me rests assured that reflections of things thought to be lost, aren't.