suddenly I get bored with everything. flowers. colleagues. job. what is so funny? what is worth to be funny?
plan. plan. plan. until when will my plans not be plans anymore?
confused. as a lonely walker in a dard wood. no companion. no weapon to protect myself. only gloomy wood and darkness.
get lost, did I? what should I do? where should I go?
nerves start to be stretched. my head starts to be stretched. headache.
let’s talk about life
after I finally die
what else could I bring along with me
except emptiness and void?
As a kingfisher
standing on a stake
I am looking for my own life/part which is lost
in the marsh of life…
in the marsh of life…
please don’t ever ask me
why we fell in love
why my lips are hot
why my hands are cold
why I am trembling
why I can’t stand steadily on my feet…
the reason… why and why…
Let’s talk about life
love is like a knife
love is like a spearhead…
severed down my first love
tenderly and sweetly…
to where did her go?...
To where did you go?...
I am a kingfisher
you are beautiful reflection of the moon
we are only seperated by the surface of a lake
but myriads of miles far away…
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