Wanting squeaky weeping voice heard to my mind makes me a meeting somewhat I can never express as a song.
That happening reminded me of past wish to be scratched with squeaky yelling with controlled whispering.

Sounding in no alert never making my ears and heart jolted is never my hoping song to listen to.
Lifetime span is so limited, only so dangerously screwing voice in destructing creativity I need, honestly.

Very occasionally that sort of meeting was held to me in life, only these are never unforgettable.

Only anarchy singing is anytime what I want, but I don’t do so ardently than necessity, so cooler making posture to pick up everything I can be attracted, that behavior is just like a boy who is hunting so pretty girl at downtown corner.

Discharging my energy to outside means rather charging my sensation to be tangible to all heard voicing and sounding, that means my life creation, coz meeting to particular singing voice and lyrics are immanently intrinsic my mind’s mission, inner voice orders me, commands me to look for the sort of sounding and voicing message, my days’ spending is constantly decided to its invocation.

Town speaks me somewhat I’ve never be heard, with rice field, temple, shrine, church, driving school, city hall, library, police station, fire station, electric company office, hospital, health center, athletic club, park, or so seen when I am walking around my residential area, but at each place, own song can be heard to me, only for me, that song echoes me suddenly so out of the blue.

Air transmits every singing voice and any other sounding with assorted instruments.
But it is never illusion, its echo is substantial to my mind.
Its reverberation is consistently so essentially to inner mind voice, it makes another echo to caught heard soundings with singing and playing every instrument.

Echoing must cross sunbeam with slow windy air bringing the breeze, though I mask my face, but its subtle touching trickles my exposed skin to outside, but its cognition is so clear, never vague, that echo must make reverberation to my mind, my heart chorus is naturally dispatched to my mind, it’s evidence that my skin and brain are in same circuit making me aware of being heard and my mind voicing meet together, making echo to the outside and world itself, unless it disappears from my mind, my life could never have the end of the world.

But I either wish world itself goes on so well to us and by itself, there wishing must be accompanied with echo made by so many ones in the world.

In it, anybody must find so ease and peacefully satisfied emotion, but just it must make itself at nearly coming our day completely regained not dangerous our world surroundings again, that days coming, so soon than we imagine.

(Mar. 10th. 2020)