Saturday, April 19, 2008 . 6:43 PM
In a tiny, tiny room areWidening, infinite pages
I walked through a novel
Someone is calling me
A real place to which to return
Something will begin again
Everything is inevitable
The role of speaking only of what can be done
Is mine:
My existence,
> yes
> enter
Even if, even if I turn transparent,
If it is impossible for me to disappear,
When I want to see it here, what's born is curiosity
For the answers to change
Even if I try to calculate them
Is the curious charm of
A human's wishing heart
Even if I gain memories, they'll change into code
Even while I understand this,
Around now, there is a
> disk
> error
[shift]
Although I don't know how far it will continue,
[lock]
I am quietly connected to tomorrow, and...
The role of speaking only of what can be done
Is mine:
My existence,
> yes
> enter
Even if I gain memories, they'll change into code
Even while I understand this,
Around now, there is a
> disk
> error
-----------------------------------------------------
I lost.
I am lost.
Found another.
Still as lost.
Shortlived light
Leaving me,
Lost.
