Lesson #1

In his words, I smelled regret.
A wound that had been left unattended.
I was to blame, that was the name of the game.
For things he couldn't do, he wanted me to.
His will in vain, a failed attempt.
He kicked his feet and moved his hands.
He talked of things like blah , blah , blah
Laughed like ha , ha, ha.
An old man cried to me today,
Taught me things to say.

running on bamboos

I had set out to find something but it seems that I got lost on the way. It was terrifying ; the feeling of not knowing. It wasn't easy to adapt after coming out of the plastic-wrapped, double-packed past of mine. The fresh air that I breathed was kind of suffocating. I wandered and I wondered, into foggy forests of mysteries and dark muddy swamps. Like from a dream to another, running on bamboos floating on water. I'm now running wild, taking turns like a child. Let me cry now, let me shout. let me let it all out...............................................................................