a life between two edges.

begging along the Broadway,
pacing down the Oxford street,
lying on the green pasture of Norway,
seeking a life in somewhere unknown.

Where you don't know where you are and who you are.

Be thankful, as there is still a community that you are in. Dirty and corrupted, though. Red and green neon light everywhere distorting the purest eyesight of an infant. Rocky path enveloped by temptation and seduction, with little flatted the feeling, it goes down into the never-ending and ever-burning valley. The world that we are living, beautiful in your eyes, stupid in your heart. A condemned place, yet to be contented for living in a 'nice' place.

Are you still as pure as the infant, at least your eyes and you heart and your mind?

A runing-down soul, with a little nostalgic feeling, proving that she in fact has a worth living past. She don't know who she is in this piece of unknown land , too anonymous, too vulnerable. She need something or better, someone to support and enlighten her spirit into a living thing instead of letting it becomes some stinking corpses. Now, she need someone bigger and greater than her.

This only apply to the ancient world with just a lil purity in their mind. Now, pride and selfishness, we all adapt, Wen no longer know who is 'humility' and 'selflessness' which the direct pathway to peace. So now, end up war. Simply, war. War among mankind. You and me, war. He and she, war. Doctor and patient, war.

War, you love it? A soft-boiled egg surrounded by two hard and concrete walls. Crushing on both sides, fighting for liberty. End up, crushing itself to pieces, to death.