my soul, out of place
Nov. 14th, 2010 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whitereflectionDecided to just write something short today, since I still want to rewatch Laputa: Castle in the Sky before I do more with that (and also since I'm tired, because being manic/giddy/wired yesterday meant not sleeping until after 4am >_>; ). Sort of inspired by the lyrics to this song:
http://www.metrolyrics.com/angels-spies-lyrics-thirteen-senses.html
I guess vaguely spoilery for s6 so far?
Day 14 11/14/10 1:25-2
windowglass
He's used to seeing the rest of the world from behind a pane of glass. After all, he's spent almost his entire life inside a car, watching as people lived their lives and watching as those lives disappeared in the distance behind him when the Impala drove to yet another place.
He could reach out to try to touch them as the car drove by, but the glass was always there in between, separating him from them; he in this small world, everyone else together in theirs. The only thing he could ever touch was his reflection, a ghost of him always standing on the border of those two worlds but never able to cross over into either one.
It's not much different now, watching the world that he saved as it lives and thrives and moves on. Except he's not the one moving now, isn't the one driving (being driven) away--but neither is he the one living, being watched, as someone else leaves.
This time, he's the reflection, the ghost trapped within the glass.
Sometimes, he sees his brother, wonders if Dean will ever break him free. And he wonders, if that ever were to happen, which side of the glass he'd end up on after--or if he'd just shatter with the glass, cracked into shards that would tumble to the ground, impossible to put back together again.
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http://www.metrolyrics.com/angels-spies-lyrics-thirteen-senses.html
I guess vaguely spoilery for s6 so far?
Day 14 11/14/10 1:25-2
windowglass
He's used to seeing the rest of the world from behind a pane of glass. After all, he's spent almost his entire life inside a car, watching as people lived their lives and watching as those lives disappeared in the distance behind him when the Impala drove to yet another place.
He could reach out to try to touch them as the car drove by, but the glass was always there in between, separating him from them; he in this small world, everyone else together in theirs. The only thing he could ever touch was his reflection, a ghost of him always standing on the border of those two worlds but never able to cross over into either one.
It's not much different now, watching the world that he saved as it lives and thrives and moves on. Except he's not the one moving now, isn't the one driving (being driven) away--but neither is he the one living, being watched, as someone else leaves.
This time, he's the reflection, the ghost trapped within the glass.
Sometimes, he sees his brother, wonders if Dean will ever break him free. And he wonders, if that ever were to happen, which side of the glass he'd end up on after--or if he'd just shatter with the glass, cracked into shards that would tumble to the ground, impossible to put back together again.
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Date: 2010-11-15 11:30 pm (UTC)Thank you for this <3
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