Better red than dead?
I am tired of being fed
what ever color.
Discrepancy of dense weights
makes me wanting to die - now.

Fullness' limit reached
rainbow colored illusions -
human perceptions.
Falling into emptiness
a white breeze is touching me.

Deep breath of light - ah
death is just a silly thought -
yesterday's image.
Walking through sunshine or rain
being touched by pain and joy...

BeiYin
20.5.04