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Guided with Unseen but Certain Belief

Even if we personally have happy occasion or oppotunity, though world itself could be in adversity, anybody of us must never get joy so easily, that is human.
Hidden personal mind only makes our own world, and it could join with other one's it, and we necessarily set our own consensus.


Everybody so sad news are on air of every medium, even if I want to express joyful, happy, and romantic contents in poetry, my mind is drawn to all these so serious things, but it's so natural.



What news carries me to different dimensioned world must be some actually unheard voices echo or so to our own immanent perception, probably with which we can think with words in logics or philosophy.


Eventually, so miserably, although the most sorry ones are infected with corona virus, eventually never be cured, and die, the dead ones makes me either so sad, but I either want to survive more than them, my wanting fact is just my survival, it must never be lie nor false, of course, I neither want to be just selfish, but necessarily, my emotion wishing never be infected by any other one, that wishing could never be eliminated so necessarily.
Absolutely, just I'm either timid, only fare manages now me, but for so long periods, it has been the most important reason to write poetries, and sentences in daily life of me.



Expressing it in poems has been fixed to my habit, already in my days of life.
To some extent, anybody would be the same, although, unnecessary slander must never be forgiven, though we all are accompanied with unseen but intuitive somewhat, namely anybody would be in the same circumstance in anxiety and no finding hope in coming future.


Anybody would be in unease, and would comprehend unseen but certain belief as well as me. Memory could never be held in common and never be confirmed the same, even toward same occurring to us, though we must believe in our own comptehension to it, as the common days with the same threat to us.


Meaning of "own" has doubled meaning, one is public, another is privately personal, and these are just back to back. Memory must be each distinctive to each one, though ti could be held in common. Nobody has no memory.


Just because we'ew all shared each presence, in irresistibly remotely independent, but hence we can either believe in common trust, mutually, all are perhaps caused from somewhat as unheard voices echo.


All these probably drift universally, either in our world. These really are assimilated to all universal particles with oxygen or anything.


Either, soul is never seen to anyone, even if anybody can see it in mind, heart as own holding soul. But we easily can believe in it, no doubt about it, it's just our common gift by unheard voice's echo. 


All deceased one's soul with recent infected and dead one's soul must drift all around either to internally our body, heart and brain.
Although, all our personal memory could never be seen together, thus, we can have mind, believing in own common memory, with deceased one's silently executing help to us.


Just through these facts, we can have words for understanding unseen things together, and mutually, and comprehensively, can trust them, all so necessarily, and naturally, therefore, we occasionally can grip one tip of certain thing in unheard voice echo, and that thing could be commonly heard, and felt to own heart, and tangible that thing must make us music and songs we can sing together.
(Apr. 14th., Aug. 18th. 2020)