5 December 2012
For the day that is my life, I constantly wonder. I wonder about myself and I wonder about the passer Byers. Who are they? Where are they from? What is their story? I see their faces. They also wonder. What do they wonder? What are their dreams? Have they loved? Have they lost a loved one? Lost in their thoughts, they sigh and then I sigh. I sigh for my day has been tiresome.
Small Thoughts... • Opuss № I