2012
I am a dimly visible paper drawing 
on a thin, fragile paper 
the conscious and the sprit mind are wandering  
in that space, that time where I was. 
the beginning and the ending are in disorder. 
each memory, each happening, each object are floating  
in unreal space. 
 
 
In a specific moment, I felt the drawing would be easily erased 
then I would collect up every trace that I've made - - to be non existent. 
I would go back to the first dot, the blue dot  
where my being has just sprung up.
