It's like sipping tea, but failing to ingest.
It's like purging the seed, planted right inside your soul.
It's like finding a four-leaf clover, amongst a sweeping clover field.
It's like looking in a mirror, and realising you're invisible.
It's like being in all kinds of places at once, but remaining perfectly still.
It's like a living contradiction, parading its forgone freedom.
It's like aging, without amelioration.
'It's like you're trying to get to heaven in a hurry, and the queue was shorter than you thought it'd be.' - Alex Turner