Random muse

Because I can't sleep tonight, I write.  I've almost forgotten how much I love writing.  Some people can draw, some can play music, but I write.  I like writing, it allows me to tell a story, complete with message, characters, and narration, and convey it to people, yet still give them the freedom to interpret it how they want.

I'm listening to Radio - How to Disappear Completely and listening to the lyrics, I'm... astounded at how haunting they are.  If you're interested in my thoughts on them, here they are.
"That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here"

I think it's so captivating to write from the perspective of someone who simply will accept no responsibility in life whatsoever.  Now hear me out when I say responsibility.  This individual will accept no burden in life, none whatsoever, they are the perfect introvert.  This individual keeps saying "I'm not here", and the way I read it is in the tone of someone who is having a nervous breakdown or cannot deal with reality and keeps saying "I'm not here... this isn't happening".  This person will accept no responsibility or burden of others, this person will not accept the weight that it comes to be in public, to witness something good or bad, the weight of anything really.  They are the element of air to an extreme.  This person goes where they please, but the second catastrophe happens, they say "I'm not here"as a mantra and simply whisk away.  

The one question I want to ask this person, is how can you live with yourself?  Knowing that you're simply turning away from all ties, both social and simply physical.  To simply always drift away from everything, how can you do it?

Strangely enough... I feel like I've been drifting away too.  The irony.