Taking out the trash
Taking out the trash, I wander through the garbage of my mind
How, I say, can I even have a mind for I am of the death world.
Am I an echo?
I don't feel like an echo.
I think, I feel the wind, I feel the thoughts and senses of the living.
I am
I know that
but what am I?
How, I say, can I even have a mind for I am of the death world.
Am I an echo?
I don't feel like an echo.
I think, I feel the wind, I feel the thoughts and senses of the living.
I am
I know that
but what am I?
posted by Echo @ 9:37 PM
1 Comments:
At 6:13 AM,
睡 公 主 said…
You are what you are.
and You are who you are.
I asked about who am I, or Where am I , or what am I doing questions all the time.
But the thing is ,
You will finally get the answers to it one day.
:)
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