Dining as if I'm never hungry,
Bounding home as if I have no home.
Falling asleep as if I'm never asleep,
Walking around as if I'm the walking-dead.
Seeing as if I'm always blind,
Hearing as if I'm always deaf.
Breathing aloud as if I'm always drowned,
Saying agape as if I'm the whining-cat.
Thinking as if I'm misanthropic,
Commenting as if I'm a cynic.
Straying ashore as if I'm a loner,
Living astray as if I'm the living-dead.
Bound for nowhere
Monday, November 29, 2010 | posted by Karina Sun @ 9:01:00 PM
categories: Current Events, Murmurings
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