Too much places need to be creative, too little inspiration.
I breathe, but I don't really breathe.
I smile, but I don't really care.
Too much history need to be erased, too weak the strength.
I cage myself in this modern jungle to accept the punishment.
There is one light, very little hope, I could beg.
Someday, maybe just some moment, I could escape Its clutches.
From now on, I will wait and see the jungle growing.
I will live 'till I stop
I will grape the light, if I survive.
I will try to be honest to myself, try to accept myself.
This waiting should lead me to be myself truly.
Categories:reflection
Saturday, July 28, 2007
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