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Gadding About the City just after Waking Up in a Morning Part1

Meaning of morning in a day must be would up with a result to be evaluated at the same day’s night.


Meaning of night of a day must be remembered at the next day’s morning.


Every screwed-up thing in my feeling would be dealt by all my dreaming at sleeping moments also from now on, today’s midnight either.


In midnight of yesterday, any last night’s remained wine as being stoned in evening urging my fantasy working in my brain would have been detoxicated in almost confusing content of long dream I’ve seen in sleeping time, at least twice inserting temporary wakeup.


Any dream is distinct to each other, but surviving content is so rare, so constantly.


That kind of content anytime originates in my own traumatic past occring matter to me.


But, walking down the street, my past fantasy is diffused to all around the city, step by step, when I walk around anytime.


Everything is always set whimsically, but it’s okay.
Presicely planning must ride on a deadlock.
Only loosened plan is concistently working so well.


What midnight or early morning’s nightmare tell me is pulifying any past matter is always top priority to my life, of course, it’s official our taught thing for dealing with the society only in no fantasy, maybe.


But, simltanesuly it tells me my now desire either.
Of course, past stepping must never be deleted nor altered by my memory and emotion to it.
Thus, now what I can is only trying never do again the past failure, I originally thought that it must be so evitable at least I would have had a care to all around that thing.


But anytime time passing is so irresistible force in my life, either, and probably the same to any other one except me.
However, my feeling time is so distinct, or not to say so neither, only my feeling time is my time, my spirit, probably to any other one but me, I can feel so, either jist like me.
Night time passing in deepened darkeness neither does never know, anything about tomorrow includes tomorrow’s climate, whether sunny day or not.
Either night has the same feeling to me and any other one but me.


After walking several minutes, it started to rain with sparce dropping either to azalea flowers.


Long time no see, rainy streets with dogwoods.


(to be continued)


(Apr. 26th. 2019)