THE FEMALE QUIXOTE HOMELESS DIARYtravelling all the way down to you.
They were breathing. I wouldn’t notice that if I weren’t stand in front of them. I can't help myself to touch them, to feel them. I saw the light and shadow, the past and future, at the same time.
People walked across the street, one by one. There was a dark cat sitting right on the corner, staring at me.
I started running, too fast for forgetting, too slowly for remembering. Stirring up dusts, which were shinning under the sun, looked like those gold memories that are still on my mind.
Those sounds of breathing become clearly, especially at night time, they are calling me.
But I can do nothing.
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