Never interested in all done works, only disillusion is left to them, when we look back it.

Substantial things seen so fragile, and so empty.
Though, only flashing somewhat there we can identify, it can provide me engraved mind of mine.

Although, so transitory, with so short-lived moment I can neither chase, unforgettable something is incredibly impressed so much.

There must be what only exhaustion can bring about us, either to me the same.

Frequent truth is that overheated passion could result so cheaper jump to conclusion, it is never be even prematurity, it is rather incomplete perfection.

Merciful durable gentleness is affection. But it must have stiff view around dreamt infantile days’ nostalgy we’ve never lost any palpitation to everything.

It is as if once seen mirage is reiterating announcement to advent, we are re-called to re-read myths or fairy tales, when we read or heard from mother’s voice close to our ears with lullabies.

Its heard nuance is very personal for every heard one.

There’s heard tone only what visually recollected flashing aspect can transmit to my mind, but its thing could never be compared to your aspect.

Unforgettable things could be only our own repetitiously having habitual false.

Though, either impeders in our trial are so wonderful.
Because it makes us time felt so long.

Oblivion is also so thankworthy. Just with it, remembering must be so wonderful too.

Memorizing everything binds us staying in hell.

Confined mind makes only stiffly commonplace regulation.

Niche is so beautiful. Only it makes hopeful dissatisfaction.

Dent in perfected minuteness of flat expanse or stretch rarely can carry us very uniquely comically creative discovery.

World needs certainly that thing.
No doubt about it, we need to keep somewhat we easily can share but it could be felt so diverse for each of us.

Hello, hollow!
You are the mirage we can hardly find although we can share your value, if you come to us.
But either what we privately have own feeling on you are inexpressively the enigmatic thing we can never confirm identity so logically mutually, which is the same or the different to each other.

So, you are the sole affectionate present from time to us who are usually just bound to its coming and passing.

(Jan. 22nd. 2020)