round n round the merry-go-round

walking walking, still searching--
perhaps in circles,
perhaps in squiggly lines,
but no where near the path

my throat's dry from thirst,
doubt my ability to even breathe out a sound.
lips quiver,
eyes blurr over,
but no tears.

you deprive me even the right to cry..

on life

a pen/pencil and a scrapbook:

even though i'm lost,
at least i recorded
how
and
where
i began

my hands and fingers remember

not to think

i'm starting to feel the burden that comes with being an adult.

"what are your plans for the future?"
"what kind of profession do you have in mind?"
and other questions buzzing around me
like suicidal flies desperate to be smacked.

people who only perceive practical means,
and not dreams that color the world.
i'll never be one of them--

music: karma police --Radiohead

so arrest me for not being "ambitious"

"for a minute there
i lost myself"

and today's Children's Day in Taiwan