I see a composition of fabrication. I just want to go. The sign on the sidewalk don't mean nothing to me. What I see from that room window is different from what I, see through the car window… So I Just want to be on the road.
Leave the box of thoughts on the side of your bed. To find what we see is everything. The coldness of rainy wind that hits on your cheek is everything.
But, Idea and feelings can change the same view. Capricious thought is a rolled dice.
What I need is not a sign!
(It's not even reached feeling you can't see.) To feel now you are living is everything.
(Look, now) I can see through the words.
The vicious emotion will blind the sight. But, How many emotions can I understand in my life time…