Levitate

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I am no one. Literally. I am a lost soul floating in nothing. Or I wish I was. This is way more complicated.

You know when you fall from a cliff, in a dream, unconscious. I feel like that, not facing anywhere, not falling. I float thru the air, looking down at the humans. Mortals. Suvivors. I wish I could be one of them.
Some are greedy and mean, others kindhearted and caring.

I look down at you but feel like you look down at me. I sometimes wander in the streets, observing you. God I wish I could be like that, feel excitement, stress, hate, love, sadness, misery, happiness, ignorance, bravery, success and useful. Well, I can't. I just observe.

I feel like a teacher who notes what their students does, a driving teacher noting the driver's nervousity.

Failure and success. I wish I had that, even the bad things like sadness, loss, hate, envy, failure, misery and stress. I at least wish to have a chance experiencing it.

I like to think humans as marionetta. Dolls with strings controlling them. Or maybe I am the marionette? Following a human master around one day, for going to another one tomorrow? Am I crazy thinking this?

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