State of One
The Ghost in the Shell
Friday, November 5, 2010
Life Cycles
Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I don't recognize the person looking back at me.

The same nose, lips, cheeks and ears are there. My hair. My facial structure. They're all in the same place.

But there's something wrong with my eyes; like there's some great weight behind them that's adding years to my appearance.
Like I've seen and done this all so many, many times before - more times than I can actually remember.

Sometimes, I just feel so old.
It goes beyond what actual-and very little- life experience I have had. My bones feel like they're made of brick and there's molasses running through my veins. Tired, old, and heavy. It seems like I've felt all of this before, all of these emotions thousands of times. More times than I possibly ever could have.

Have you ever felt like you've been here before? Maybe like you've been around for centuries, even though you're barely in your twenties?

Sometimes, I feel like a fossil wrapped in new skin. I see something ancient creeping behind my eyes, and it makes me wonder how long I've been here for.

Old Souls Know, I suppose.