Mountains, heavy are the mountains But that changes, with the passage of time. Sky, blue sky What your eye cant see, what your eye can see The sun, one, only one. Water, it is agreeable. Commander Ikari? Flowers, so many the same, so many without purpose. Sky, sky of red Red the color, the color I hate. The liquid flows, It drips, ripples and poors. Blood, the scent of blood. From the woman who does not bleed. From the red soil, the humans come Humans made by man and woman. City a human creation. Eva, a human creation as well. What are the humans? Are they the creations of god? Humans created by that which is human. This is that which is life. My life, my heart I am a vessel for my thoughts. The entry plug, the throne of the soul. Who is this? This is me. Who am I? What am I? What am I? I am I. This object that is, is myself That which forms me. This is myself that can be seen, Yet this is not that which is myself. A strange feeling My body feels as if it is melting. I can no longer see myself My form, my shape, it fades from view. Awareness dawns on someone who is not me Who is here, there? Beyond me here. Shinji? This person I know, Major Katsurage? Doctor Akae? People, my classmates The pilot of unit 2 Commander Ikari? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?

Cold Stoners

just a normal 18 year old guy