i am not really here and this is not really happening
Quote?I enjoy doing the same, trying to figure fragments of past based on a short glimpse. Sometimes you realize you're just one version of life, a drop in the sea. Sometimes it feels good to be small, unimportant.
actually, sometimes i feel it's impossible that the people i see on the streets are different from me, have stories and thoughts of their own. sometimes, i think i know each of them like i know myself. i know we're all one. but then i know i'm wrong
yep, been there too :)but more often I find myself thinking that maybe it's all in my head, maybe everybody else (or at least the people I don't know) is just a figment of my imagination, looking, walking, living their short life just as long as they're are in my proximity :)Surely, it's plain egotistical crap, but it's fun sometimes :D
maybe they exist only as long as we're there to see themi don't think they have beginning or end
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