The Window
Before the dawn,
I only see my own reflection.
The darkness dominates;
there seems to be no reality beyond my senses.
Then,
the sun begins to rise.
Light infiltrates darkness.
The city gradually appears-
as if out of nowhere.
And with it,
I disappear.
Again.
The Wheel of Samsara
I am alone again.
I hate it,
but I know it.
The only thing worse than hate
is the not knowing.
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