a person
a horse
a river
plain and boring

I just looked it again
somehow the person became alive
something rising

who
stands up and stretches
feeling every inch of it

suddenly
who opens the mouth：
who am i ?

aside
the river flowing
the horse swishing
not a typical answer

who turned around and staring at me
i just freezed like a fresh paint
that eyes
a reflection of myself
searching
that eyes
starving
been ignored for so long

i just keep falling and falling
into the eyes
the frame just keep growing and growing
swallowed the entire room
and disappeared

at that point
forgot who was in the frame
what was that question
or there has been one

until i heard someone was calling：
time to go home
that eyes turned away from me
looking at a far distance
there is only the endless blank

as usual  
i packed up
switched off the lights
then locked a portion of who behind