Eventually Christmas was so busy, but from today on, another loop must be created with everything.

All occurrence must have some steady reason, but just we are never so aware of functional circumstance.

Only daybreak must never lie, because nature must never be so cheaper somewhat, you know.

Everything could be no problem. But only our own mind must be so nasty to be dealt with anything by us, so personally, if that thing could be controlled by us so well, that makes sence.

Ultimately we all are just only each leaf on stormy ocean making waves.

Why don't we diffuse all melancholy together immanently!?

And let's bathe winter sun injecting beam with milder warmth. Coffee smell tells me, so.

Dec. 26th. 2020