empire of the sun

on a moving train.

as the afternoon sun sets and i sit by the window listening to jeff buckley's hallelujah, a sort of surreal sate of mind came over me. the closest word i can think of is suspended animation. it's as though time had stopped and i was trapped. in a strange yet unexplainable way it felt serene and peaceful and as the train slowly chugged on, i kept counting the signposts till i forgot the count.

all i could wish for was some wind blowing against my cheeks. always the idealist.

i've gotten some time to myself this summer. i guess always being the dreamer that i am, thinking and reflecting is my special way of keeping my mind refreshed. balancing the checkbooks if you will. in school everything just happens at break-neck speed that i barely get a chance to stop and check in on myself.

on this short trip, i've seen some things that made me feel insignificant, other things that made me feel guilty. why does everyone but me seem so good? what can i do?


+listening to: hallelujah by jeff buckley