A Drowning Heart 。。。

I don't know 。。。

Where is the Rose 。。。



Walking on the Swamp of Reality 。。。

I see dead hands 。。。

I see rotten wood 。。。

I see gasses pop out of the surface 。。。


I see no myself 。。。



The swamp is dark 。。。

Deep and thick 。。。

Once stepped in 。。。

Forever drown 。。。

It doesn't matter whether it's an accident that a part of you fall in 。。。



An old Chinese saying 。。。

The Lotus came out from the mud but unveiled 。。。


But now 。。。

Who can tell me 。。。

Am I the mud or the Lotus 。。。

Or should I be the mud or the Lotus 。。。

And why 。。。



A Lotus came out of the mud 。。。

Ignore and lives out of the reality 。。。

And one day it dies 。。。

Once again back to where it came from 。。。



A life without the moist and warm of the mud 。。。

A life full of blazing sun and heavy storms 。。。

A life which no one is aside 。。。


Who would choose to live such a life ?




I bound my eyes 。。。

I fall down。。。

I drown into the swamp 。。。


It's hot and hard 。。。

I can't breath 。。。

Everything seems to be dark and unsure 。。。

Insecure 。。。


There are no rocks to stand on 。。。

No place to lay hands 。。。


Do not move 。。。

Struggling only makes you go deeper and deeper 。。。

Hotter 。。。

Darker 。。。



I see snakes 。。。

I see scorpions 。。。

I see spiders 。。。

I see “them” 。。。



I cannot move 。。。

They are coming 。。。

And I'm dying 。。。


Drowning into the swamp little by little 。。。

And begin to rot 。。。

At last become one  。。。

With the entire swamp 。。。

With mother nature 。。。