Stages of life. I glimpse my existence. There are thick pages between myself and every circumstance. I am near the lookout of self-interpretation. Things have abrupt changes. Changes like a breakout of a new birth. I feel I got myself caught in a big patrol. I graze the fiction in my eyes. I need more sleep.
(written on October 8,2009 Danang City Vietnam)
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