DRIFTING ON THE STREET BETWEEN LIGHT AND PEOPLE I try to get home with "drunker"'s feet. Getting "cold" home I reach the kichen table and junk food. Where is my dream gone? When did I see my parents? Where I go? I sleep on the table grabing the picture of her who left me.
Reason for writing:
I imagine the people who live in CITY!
They used to think that they came there having "big" dream.
But, they are drifting by reality and time while their dream is gone as scum of time.
I am living alone. so, I can read that!
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