Every now and then I will hear something, or the light will catch a scene just right, or something will smell just in the right way where color and light and feeling flood back into to the world. It lasts for a few seconds, and then it’s gone.
Definitely bullshit.
when I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse/out of the corner of my eye/I turned to look but it was gone/I cannot put my finger on it now/the child has grown, the dream is gone/and I have become comfortably numb
Every now and then I will hear something, or the light will catch a scene just right, or something will smell just in the right way where color and light and feeling flood back into to the world. It lasts for a few seconds, and then it’s gone.
Definitely bullshit.
Now it’s “There’s no way out of here”.