Blur

Blur

Grey sky above me
My mind and thoughts are floating through
Is that a fish swimming in front of me
Green one

I jump out off the watery clouds
Oh My God
There is a cut in the sky
What if I go through there?
What will behind it?
Space!
Aliens!
Black hole!
Or so called heaven (if it is exiting)
Or Hell!

Sometime I want to believe
But for being unbeliever
I am just as content

What is life?
What is religion?
What is human being?
Why I am here?
Why me?

I heard an angel singing
Did I really hearing or just my illusions
I am confuse now
Every thing is blurring to me
Blank
Black
Blur

I wish I go deaf
Blind
And mute

I wish I’m dead!
A Chen,
4:26 pm,
5th Jan 2009,
home,
bkk.