Not sure yet if that is my fear or something else
When walking among them,
Bodies not made from flesh and bone,
Or be driven by logic or rationality,
But by hatred and envy.
And the effort to be untouchable,
The unnecessary concealment of "care-for-nothing" attitude.
Nothing can be done,
Nothing can be affected,
Or poluted, or purified.
As "Socrates in Love", almost everything is there,
She's not there,
Nothing is there.
That reminds me,
Birds of light flying from the underground, converge toward one point,
There are all kinds of turning point,
Or breakthrough,
Or emotion that one has been feeling,
Periodically or cyclically
As if it were the end of the world,
When one lost her precious item,
Or one had to count days waiting for a sound,
... I just don't understand,
Don't understand why that is an "as-if" there,
An honored oath is spitted out on hot street suface,
With much careless intention,
Observe hopelessly moribund entities,
Dissolve into thin air without any trace.
Like human build their own cage,
Create things supposed to support their life, but turn out heavily dependent on them.
Keep thinking any other road of others to be much easier to breath, than theirs.
As one said, no matter how wisely you choose your path, Life finds its way to throw Obstacle into it.
And ... fed on and by each other.
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