05, Oct 2007 23:37
〈 With Out 〉
It just needs to be out.
So I keep being out.
The same moment from another breath,
They' re seeking the out that never exists.
We live, we die,
By swallowing the out,
Gracefully or not,
Even we' ve never felt being with the out.
Be with the out.
With the out, I mislay my wound.
Sometimes more, Sometimes less.
Close and far we feel, then turn back to the out.
To be with the out.
( '07. OCT)