All recollective ideas usually are caused from definitely so specific one memory.
Eventually any present ringing memorable items must be kind of transformed things around that memory.

One so humid alley could be felt so chilly, at days at introduction term as providing summer sultry heated aspect.

One memory of you anytime drifts around me, no matter where I stay, you know.

All things made by myself could be converged with it, oh, so far away, to now your staying place, both time a nd space at term.

Disconnectedly running time could be apathetic to my doing, meantime, my mind also isn't tangible around time itself so noticeably, during my doing at routine.

Not so frequently any nerve and my all spirit could be concentrated with my brain's order and thinking circuit. That would be my mission feeling around my days for fulfilling some inexpressible truth making belief.

Certainly, occasionally, every past recollective shots are out of the blue coming to my mind at a stretch, thus we all are probably slaves of memory and reminiscence, nevertheless, each shot of them is completely independent mutually, just any of them, only I was concerned.
At the matter of fact, all lifetime's meaning and the way to exist for me are never so simply interpreted even to me, only so personal minds could fly around my idea, memory and consideration.

Clouds carry lands accompanying airs all to all around. That good deal must set also weather.

Mind anytime holds uncertainty, but almost all parts are made by my mind making anxiety.
Because only a notice to unstable thing makes uncertainty in our mind.

Thus, if we try to do all things around our own mission, only watching certain elements and factors works so well.
Nevertheless, necessarily, suddenly very uncertain emotion comes up to my mind. But it no longer is the one who contacts me,  for now me.

That aspect in my mind means just all partings, and some so strange and unidentified my now holding view to all around me.
Eventually, all presumably not so grave nor essential things' own lingering attachments, and they need me regard them remarkably unforgettable to me, that is okay to me.

Far away, oh, far away, only you are all reality to me, nevertheless you confuse my mind, still now!

But if I asked my mind why I'd meet the one, now myself could be made of all my personal memories' specific elements.   

Any memory's fragment could drift over the air, all the dead, all not born ones, their all resentment, otherwise, any yelling voice seems heard to my ears and brain.

Their ringing switches any landscape, at being with aspect, and my interpretation to my life and time in changing everything.

My each interpretation to each memorable and memorized things are made by their ringing and its claim tobe present.

Eventually, that proves that all now we can be conscious and aware of must originate in all pasts dragging memories.

And all our consciousness to what we have memory must make us strict now in mind.

May.  12th.    2021