What is it like there?
I walked through
them,
almost floating,
drifting,
through
the neatly constructed graphs.
tip-toe-ing,
glancing over their shoulders,
but i cannot
feel,
what is it like there.
Instruments to construct.
if only we could
construct the perfect graph
of our lives.
i am confused.
reader k | 4/19/2005 12:29:00 AM |
