Within the Boundary Line
Your life isn't eternal, and I really am just a passerby in yours.
I've been standing in this wasteland all this time, waiting to wither away.
You look at me like I'm nothing but mud.
Even the part of me that never changes can still grieve.
The scenery, too, never changes — and it never answers back.
I look at you.
You hate me.
I look at you.
You push me away.
I look at you.
You kill me.
Even at the very end, all I wanted was to touch you, just once.
If I could,
I would see you just once,
where our souls meet.
















