5/23/06 01:29 am
And I stood in front of the window display each time I pass the 6th store on 23rd street. I stood there for hours that felt like minutes. I stare right thru the countless pieces of articles written of this character that I only met at the crossroads of imagination. No matter how long I stood there, I just couldnt put the bits and pieces together. I couldnt understand your existence without being real. There was no truth nor possibilities. Some days, I saw me in that store while I was just passing by; some days, as I stood there, I saw you in the reflection - you were just next to me; some days, I just ran away from all. Despite the denials, I just couldnt escape this ladyrinth. There wasnt any other routes to take.