qmisato:

The mountains, the heavy mountains. What changes over time. The sky, the blue sky. What eyes can’t see. What eyes can see. The Sun, a unique object. Water, what is comforting. Commander Ikari. Flowers, so many of the same kind, and so many unnecessary. The sky, the red, red sky. The color red. I hate the color red. The water flowing. Blood, the smell of blood. A woman who never bleeds. Man who is made from red soil. Man made from man and woman. The city; a human creation. Eva; a human creation. What is a human? God’s creation? Is man manmade? The things I possess are life and soul. I am a vessel for a soul. Entry plug; the throne for a soul. Who is this? This is me. Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? I am myself. This object is me. This is the me that is seen, yet I feel as though I am not myself. Strange. I feel as though my body is melting. I can’t see myself. My shape is fading. I feel the presence of someone who is not me. Is someone there, beyond this?

rei’s poem / episode 14