She has nothing but her sole way to survive in devoting herself to other all ones who sympathize her.

She barely keeps herself only with exposing her everything on stage to all ones need her.

And only it is her reason to be alive for her.

Thus, she has nothing to be scared at least person, coz only driving her only in noticed to her can make her aware of her breath in the field.

I got an idea that the one who can never be interested in her must never be a poet, of course everybody is never needed to be so, but at least the one who wants to be so, it must be the truth.

She naturally produces her in played of Angel sweeping down from heaven. That’s her honest Narcissus.

Originally, human individual should be the one who can see own personality and character as beloved by all the other one and can love her own circumstance by myself, but some obstacle must be present, thus eliminating it could be the ultimate mission for anybody.

Although, so many factors unnecessarily are obliged to oppress it making it never invoked.
The ones can do it is only so lightly doing everything, and the one is her.

To her, even meaning could never be so crucial, just only being light and wanting herself light is her hope, and she can meet it, so well along her hope maximally.

After all, all other ones with me must pass away only leaving her and her worshippers, but only it might have been so natural, people’s history has made only it repetitiously.

Your whispering in mind yell with your voice heals only so much hurt ones and despaired ones’ mind so privately. That’s okay.

You’re crucifying yourself as DEVA who can be joyful and happy in mission, that’s your ecstasy.

Your missioned travel must go on for a while keeping now potentiality, and it has no omen to expire or being lessened, so far.
(Mar. 1st. 2020)

Memo: This poem is dedicated to Billie Eilish and especially it was written in my interest to watch youtube of her concert’s stage performance at Midtown.