Monday, October 29, 2012

the nth times soliquoy

I become silence again.  This year my entries for this blog are reducing.  Maybe I no-longer like to play this game of self-indulgence (i.e.pretending to be poetic and cultural and then blah blah blah).   Words are limited, misinterpreted and useless.   I just saw a butterfly trapped within the glass corridor, it is so much like me, and my city.

1 comment:

Chanie said...

This is beautiful.