December 2, 2011
he was a kind of guy who carries around a fake plastic sward around his waist. and so on.
my neighbors, including me, thought he was crazy.
a few weeks ago, he jumped off from the top of my building.
maybe the story he had in his mind was supposed to keep continue,
maybe with his flying skill, maybe a little bit of thrill,
but there was a pond of blood and death on the ground. the end.
did he know that there was the end? physical death?
or did he know what is going to happen when his body hits the ground?
there are so many wonders and wonders and wonders and wonders
oh humans, humans.