Some days I have the impression that I am traveling this earth as something else, something outside the typical framework of bones and blood. Not a carbon-based life form but rather a wandering pulse of awareness that travels between definitions. People speak, noise ascends, life rotates about me, yet I float through it like a tranquil current without a defined shape to exist.
In this mood I feel light, virtually intangible. One expects less. Rules are inapplicable.I feel things outside the visible and observe more than I act.It becomes a peculiar liberation, a reminder that identity is not only physical. The mind occasionally curios so much that it didn't see the sight of the weight of human being.
