walking in grey.
a torn between black and white.20060222
the little girl under the brain tree.
I looked up and thought to myself, "what a big tree that is."
i wondered, "who lives in there?"
The branches moved in a flow, just like how thoughts were processed.
One by one, the ideas flowed.
This where my memories were kept.
One after another.
As I grow older, it just branches out.
Just like how tree grows, my memories just kept on moving.
This is what I see.
The big enormous brain tree.
I looked up and thought to myself, "what a big tree that is."
i wondered, "who lives in there?"
The branches moved in a flow, just like how thoughts were processed.
One by one, the ideas flowed.
This where my memories were kept.
One after another.
As I grow older, it just branches out.
Just like how tree grows, my memories just kept on moving.
This is what I see.
The big enormous brain tree.
