alostknight

my feet walk along this chinese river, as my eyes look about. millions of bikes and scooters replace where the cars use to advance. trillions of eyes look over my brown hair,white skin and round eyes. i am greeted with smiles then joked about behind my back. I am not a friend nor a foe to this ancient land, just a vister. I walk around places that are much older then the country my family came from. England was not even a wisper in the golden years of China. every day i feel as if i'm on fire because of the sun. the only cold winds i feel are that from a passing bike. I have no name here only a title Wi'lo It is the family to all