at the top of building

at the top of building,
i sat down and bowed to start over...

a freakin' happy day

nona.

to see more...

i walk for awhile to see the view in front me,
instead of stop i walk further to see more...

to avoid the time

...i can't coming back but i don't want to face it...

nausea II

nausea

i used to live this silence darkness,
this absolute solitude and peaceful
blindness.

an identity

an identity seeker....

...told us a story by its silence

every crack and every dust on the wall
had recorded the time since then
and told us a story by its silence

i am me and it means everything!

they told me that i am not good enough,
i've seen every side and every part of me
and i found the opposite.
i am me and it means everything!

the complexity of mutualism

to sacrifice or to be sacrificed...

to find a face of happiness

to find a face of happiness, it's uncanny and dreamy

its own story

it isn't necessary to write a sentence
in a picture because it has its own story

this is how i live...

i live the life as a phony,
as an estrangement persona...
i live in this world as a tiny part of random harmony,
as somebody else or
as you...

a cynical night view

a night view, magical and comical...
or maybe it's cynical

this beautiful mess

if there is such a place to understand all of this beautiful mess,
it will be a bizarre yet familiar to live with...

to hide her existence

to hide her existence...

a pair of pain

a pair of pain, that's it!