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.