Like the sailing away of a paper boat,
from the narrow stream,
thru the streaming rivers,
to the blue rivering seas,
i had to lift my anchor,
and set her free.
A phrase from Mr Haruki Murakami's Sputnik Sweetheart
would best sum up the me in my world :
I feel like some meaningless bug,
clinging for no special reason,
to a high stone wall on a windy night,
with no plans,
no beliefs.
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