Days we had in Hijiville

Scribble On The Inside

Before the death claims back the moral souls,
we often relive in our own profound memories.
There is a wonder, a point to ponder...
How is it like to live in your memories,
if I ever existed, somewhere...
Even in the corner of a dark aisle,
watching everything happens in your world.
Would I ever remember in my memories?
Would you ever notice me there?
I never understand why it matters,
Perhaps it is more important than absolute existence.
Now, whose dimensions am I living in?

P.S. Does dog dream? I wonder what's Jimmy dreaming.
P.S.S. Depression has nothing to do with unhappy, it's a restoration of happiness.

[[audio: Brand New - Guernica]]