When I close my eyes
and tried to make sense of your actions
I walked in your shoes
took a stroll at the park
in a classroom
in various spacial containers
see people that you meet
talked to them
see through the window frame of yours
and switched myself to a mode of default
the identifiable one
caused by its high frequency
I often travel to this made-up realm of mine
not guaranteed a fake among the produced mass
least, played as a role of a tranquilizer
I found myself wanting to become you
to fill in your existence
that is absent in my enclosed wonderland
Fly my dear
fly high
never come back again
I'd assume you'd never
Sunday, November 18, 2012
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