With many years I’ve passed surviving my this life, memory number piling aspect prompts me to recollect so many past things in chain next to next, so often in recessing blanc moments, or in my dreams when I sleep.

Past matter I don’t want to forget even slips away from me when I want to remember some past things, otherwise past it I don’t want to remember even is going to leave itself on me.

This irresistibly contradictory never controllable mind at a rate means own life only I can be tangible.
Being tangible may have preceded only so urgent things for now myself, even the joyful moment I don’t want to forget must be further away from now practical importance.

Where are our souls going to leave now for?
What is its destination?
Only no idea I have for the present.

Does it just head for direct?
Or does it very differently mean?

However, so exactly still now I can feel my soul.
What does my soul mean, at least to me, or to now my situation?

Soul means means to know my own emotion at each moment, doesn’t it?

Just what I can say is that increasing memories’ number would make my mind measure so confused.
But probably after calming of serial incidental occurrences, I’d absolutely select what I should recollect so often for that time myself.

Soul must run from ancestor to descendent.
Soul must run our recollecting chance in adjusting and correcting.

Hey, soul, call only so amusing my past memory to me, particulary the ones which do never annoy me now in entangling me to so confusiong past everything. Anybody has that kind of bitter these.

Cuz, I have nothing to lose anymore, and I’m not the one who gambles all things to be possessed now only for getting a satisfaction in sweet vanity, and moreover I have no reason to be punished so mentally and spiritually, for the time being.

(Jun. 3rd. 2019)