dark…it’s darkness, night all around…the city’s lights are the only path home. how did you end up here, these streets, you don’t know them, where did they came from and where did you came from?where did i came from?…and it’s dark, the only way home is straight ahead, where does that way go?
they told me to wait here, they’ll come…they’re always coming, it’s late, i have to go, i promised to wait for them but it’s passed the waiting time, no time to wait, what should i do.
i picked up the phone and called them, i always hear a voice, but now’s just “wrong person” or “the number you have dialed is busy at the moment, please call back later” how late, how late to call them…when will we meet?
i’m usually invisible, i have a name, i have a corpse i usually walk on, but i’m not here…you said it’s ok to do it, and i was doing it, but now they left me here, there’s nothing left to choose, where should i go, who should i be?
then the question pops into my mind, who am i? i have a name or had a name, i had a corpse walking just for me…am i dead? where did they go?
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