nolan_void

Thinking about The Sixth Sense today. I can't help but feel the gravity of the notion that some of us might be walking dead, and not even realize it. I feel as a branch cut off from the vine. It's raining a lot today. I don't enjoy the rain very much, but still find myself venturing out into it to avoid the sterility of my room. It has become like a cell (or a grave?), just somewhere I return to at the end of the night and rise from with the sun. As I walked around in the rain tonight I looked at all the windows lit from within, with warmth and love. I felt like ronin. Perhaps it is time I become my own master...