11-7-10

These days, I often think of the truth to be imagination, and what I have imagined to be true...

"The End" I write, and my heart begins to tremble...

I just realized that "I" did not experience those things,

I took them from my last life

Then wrote them in account for this one.

Is this a symptom of mental illness?

I believe A person can be buried by the past if his memory is too strong

I no longer had the strength to go and look for any "her" of the past.

When I reached inside my breast pocket for my pen

I secretly felt for the beating of my heart.

It was still there

Although I knew it had died long ago.

Submission Date November 28, 2010