Friday, August 31, 2012

Eye

It is as old as I am.
It is from Japan just as me.
It captures everything like my eyes.
The black heavy body is well-built like me.
When I fold it, the form is like my dad’s Bento box.
I love this black box, because it never lies to me.
It tells me the truth anywhere, anytime I want.
It is like my eyes.
If I don’t want to see something, I will close its eye.
It is like my eyes.
It is also my eye.