In my mind, two days ago. All my Secret Selves, and my Cinema Self.
The Selves that are begging to not be ignored.
I thought I'll make dolls of them, or at least drawings and post them everywhere.

My Cinema Self is the person that I am becoming.

There's a cold wind blowing against my knee
My mind sets a cage for feelings not to be free.
Brittle autumn leaves dance into the asphalt floor,
There is darkness and not one open door.

Flickering lamplights from afar
Are taking the place of some of my stars.
One question alights on my mind,
"Will time be kind not to make the other stars blind?"

Winter is near, and I am like a traveller here.
I hope I will be strong, without any fear.
That though my stars would become empty holes,
I may live my life with a healthy soul.

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T.M. 1998