边缘状态

floating floating.

i've been waiting for days and for years, wait for that letter, that spring, and that life which will never come, wait for that wind once blown away my sorrow in the field from my hometown, i wait i wait. dreaming in the day, crying in the wind. i am one of them, those people who escape, who are cowards and at the same time heros.

i'm waiting, day and night. wait for that piece of paper with which i would be allowed to work. for that piece of paper with which i could be finally treated as a human but not an asylum. i check the mailbox every morning, evening, and in my dream. another day of nothing, another day of empty mind, another day of suffering. until one day i realized the music will not back to play if you keep it on pause. the life cannot continue if you are stepping but not going anywhere.

i wait i wait. i live i live. i climb i climb. i breathe i breathe.

floating........floating.