She can always say her mother is a housewife

how to start this story is a problem to me.

i heard something sad
about an unknown friend of mine
who is a girl,
i wish i could see her face
when she said those words,
can i just go to her and ask her
to resay those words-how cruel of me?
but I can't resist to see her face
when she said those words-how selfish am i?
obviously i can't say those words,
as i only able to say B when what i meant is A.

But still i am not able to start the story,
maybe i can start it with a conversation

"what is your mother's job?"my sister
"she collects garbage for a living"unknown friend of mine

Majestic door

i like majestic door
and i like it very much
like a stalker who fall in love
with his subject,
door with old colourful glasses
that many of us see in the Mosque and Church,
I guess perhaps one can find them in Jewish temple too,
I guess perhaps one can't find them in Buddhist temple,
glasses that remind me of my existense,
but that kind of door is very hard to find,
as it is only attached to a big house,
and yet it's not the combination of its colours
that attract me but the kind of life behind
those majestic door that intrigue me.