THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

Thursday, November 13, 2014

THE WANDERING

THE WANDERING

I wandered far from the cabin, lost in my dreams, captive inside myself. Time just passed.

Now, as I turn around to go back, I find that my footprints are covered with snow, rendered invisible.

A blizzard had come while I was gone away.

I'll never get back, and moving ahead is a frightening blind man's gamble.

If only I could just lie down and sleep and wake up in another person's life...






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