Seeking

 

Like a little fish in the ocean or like a big caterpillar on a leaf in the forest, I'm headed to my way. I don't really know where to go, what to do, but I do learn on my own. Sometimes the waves show me the way, sometimes the winds do. I believe in my instincts, they lead me to the right path. The world outside is dangerous, I know. I had to find my secure place, a place that I can live there happily forever. Is there a place like this really?

Ghost-like People

     

         You are here but only physically. You don't round your arms around me, I don't feel your presence here. I don't feel your affection, it does not warm my heart. It's like you are just a fume, if I blow up, you are going to disappear forever. Not only you, even those I trust and love. They all got the same, you're all ghost-like nowadays. But why? I can perfectly feel the long path between our hearts, the dim light in your mind, and there is a curtain between you and me, so rough that I cannot easily pull it aside.

An Autumn Day

  Rough winds are blowing,
  Leaves are rearing up.
  My arms are shaking,
  Faces are passing by,
  Faces that I don't know.
  Dark faces, white faces,
  Somebody's lighting a cigarette.

Prejudices!

Sometimes, we meet people and we know nothing about them because it's our first meeting. When we get to know each other, we start having opinions about these people. Ideas grow up after the moment we meet. What if I say that you start having opinions as soon as you notice a person.