# collection no.2

-

you are a mirror, when i look into you and stare at your soul. i know and learn to love myself…

–
it’s all scatter everywhere, a mess
and all of this are nothing but scatter pieces
no beginning nor ending
even a puzzle have collected pieces
a place for each piece,
meant to be in that place

–
if one person doens’t have those thoughts anymore, would them still be the same person?
like a glass of water now filled with wine, then it will be called a glass of wine. when changing the glass to another one, perhaps a cup, then that person is now dead?
funny, isn’t it?

–
lucky ring…
sometimes, i put it on
wish for luck
sometimes, i lay it down
and wish for myself
but today, i threw it away
…the remnant of the past

–
imprisoned by one’s mind
he is merely an instrument to simply reflect on everything that comes to find a way to save himself but tomorrow he will know as little as he knew yesterday how to save himself…
so don’t

-R