Sometimes you turn up and look back ...
turn around ...
capture the vivid expression of your life...
The printed photographs fading off...
Smiling and saying this was your life ...
I look back and I collect the pebbles I threw when I strolled ...
And then I sit down calm at the river side ...
The crumpled quilt , the beated coffee and those gloomy nights ...
lost in your elixir , I sometimes feel I should have stayed behind ..
I look back at the journey and I move on ,
Vile and endearing , cris-cross ways of life ..
though those convoluted conversations still stay in my mind ...
