i am holding my own hands.
the shadow of mine,
which it is.
can i say good bye to myself?
i'd sing a long good bye song.
this music reminds me of how the notation goes.
sitting by the window in the train.
with the sip of the unknown satisfaction,
takes me all the way,
helps me to think.
somehow i miss the old me.
better yet,
someone wants the modern in me.
- he says.
