look down at the earth

[Madonna]

I was sixteen once!

[Mirage]

I often feel like this when I think about space, time, reality and all that :bou::bou::bou::bou:

[Meat Puppet]

I never know how I’m feeling. I’m so bland and dull. I lie about a lot of things to make myself seem more interesting. I don’t know if I feel good or bad about this.

[Bunny]

I don't think I have ever experienced euphoria.

[Laddy]

...or happiness of any sort.

[eestlinc]

I can recall two moments in my life where I felt every emotion at once. And they were not drug induced.

[rubah]

We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.


_I was going to trim that down to the salient parts, but I feel they are all relevant. This is pretty much the closest I feel to how eest has described.