I am not the children of mountain, nor of ocean;

I am something in between.

 

I came from an island but am no more of an islander than city folk.

The things running in my subconscious are hustle and bustle,

heat of vehicle exhaust, and stink of acid rain with industrial dust.

 

I am fond of natural landscape but never truly familiar with it,

I adore plant and animal but couldn't be one of them even if I want to.

 

I am a being of my own, as we all are.

 

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These reflective texts run along with the shifting of my inner status

as I gradually dwell myself in the environment.

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