A line, straight on the white paper.
Many lines, straight on white paper.
Many lines, separated by the same gap,
Keep a straight line on the white paper.
In the gap, it was squeezed into a ball.
(2)
The other line, curled up in the corner, was covered with dust.
One hand, take it outside and shake it. The air is full of the smell of mold.
Through the dust of the cat's paw, I found a faded kite tied to one end of the line.
Put the kite in the sky, slowly, slowly,
The line extends completely between the hand and the kite, and it looks like a straight line again.
The kite flew in the sky and saw the beautiful scenery in the distance.
It wants to see that the hand at the other end of the line is controlling it.
So it wants to be free, so it breaks the line and breaks free.
The kite flies far away, holding the thread alone in its hand.
The thread collapsed on the ground like dead mud.
(3)
Still a line, rising to the front of the unknown.
A point, moving all the time, moving towards the unknown front.
When moving, sometimes it is a straight line and sometimes it is a curve.
All I know is that it keeps moving forward and never looks back.
(4)
The other line is invisible to the naked eye.
Starting from the heart, I want to reach another heart.
Linear. One end, tied to the hand, connected to the heart.
The other end of the line, held in someone else's hand, gently pulled, stinging pain.
I don't know whether this is a straight line or a curve. When I encounter obstacles,
It seems that it has been rushing forward, or it may have turned a corner.
It's possible. It shrank back.
However, my heart has been pulling and it hurts.
(5)
Both ends of the line extend indefinitely.
Before and after,
Straight or curved,
Same ignorance.